I like to think of this thing we call time
As fluid, elastic and stretched across space
Ready to snap when the tension’s too much,
And our fingers are finally ready to touch.
The reason we’ve not made contact before
Isn’t because we were not meant to be,
But rather we’ve had to travel so far
On a journey that raises this galaxy’s bar.
I started a thousand years forward
And you were a million years back.
But when two people are so meant to be
The laws of physics are loosened and free.
And so we are hurtling through time and through space
Until the deep impact where we did first meet.
Remember that bone jarring crash on that day
When fate and good fortune came into play?