The pull is real,
whether explicable or not.
These things we feel.

Like a neighbor
you knew in childhood.

Like a color you know,
but can't quite name.

Like the sun
from a new horizon.

Pure familiarity.

It's something
you can't quite fight.
It's something
that you think about at night.

Whether it's meant to be
or not,
it'll always it pull us.
Fate's own plot.