The Same Stranger

It's nothing out of ordinary,

When you cross paths with a stranger on any given day,

But there's something oddly synchronic,

When you cross paths,

With the same stranger,

On two different occasions on the very same day.

As if the universe didn't just want you to notice their face the first time,

But it also conspired to remind you of them,

When you see them again in the crowd,

Despite of them noticing you,

Before or now,

Maybe that happens for just you sometimes,

And it makes you believe,

In the synchronisation of the universe,

At a level you weren't aware of.