I could make you fall in love with me.
Make you trip over your brown leather shoes and into my path.
I am often like a freight train barreling forward:
no destination in sight, only, the ever-moving rails beneath me.
My fortune today:
Good things are coming.
Paper slip tossed aside I
am not in the mood for passive rewards.
With one hand stretched forward
I grasp at you with the other.
A missed connection, maybe, but not irreversible.