Destiny Margaret Nohilly I walked into the shop and there you were, a pyramid of yellow pears clutched to your chest, and a smile that cancelled years. We magnetised each other as we do when so we meet, trade trifles from our separate lives with words that hide and seek. It might have been otherwise the candour in your eyes reminds me. We stand in a synergy I know I can trust, and scintillate that it be so though life has led us different roads of growth and tears. Our choices yield both loss and gain, I do not know for whom you buy your pears.