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?