Brian McNulty Photographer | Writer
The path
Why did the petals end at Francesca loves me not?
Why did I never send Amy’s poem that I wrote ?
Why was my seat not near the one that Patsy took?
Why did I not persevere with Sues attempts at a book?
So that I met you.
I was convinced fate was a pitiless thief
Then I met you
Now I stand corrected with fresh belief
Why in Steff’s presence, did my tongue befriend the cat?
Why did Anne take offence when I didn’t mean it like that?
Why did my dates with Fee, always feel like let’s pretend?
Why did Mel think of me, more suitable as a friend?
So that I met you.
I once regarded fate as a spiteful adversary
Then I met you
Dispelling the cynic from deep inside of me
Why didn’t Claire believe I had lost my phone?
Why did I lie to Jo, saying Id rather be alone?
Why for Rachel's date, did I turn up drunk, after nine?
The flowers at Lou’s gate, why deny they were mine?
So that I met you.
Fate, once I cursed you're odious name.
Then I met you
Now fate and life are one in the same