Love at first site

They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them 
This certainty is beautiful
Even more beautiful than uncertainty
They thought they didn’t know each other
Nothing had ever happened between them
These streets, these stairs, these corridors
where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them
if they can remember
perhaps in a revolving door
Face to face one day?
A ”sorry” in the crowd?
”Wrong number” on the phone?
But I know the answer
No, they don’t remember

How surprised they would be 
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them

Not quite ready to change into destiny
Which brings them nearer and yet further
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh
Escaping even further

There were signs, indications
Indecipherable, what does it matter
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday
This leaf flying 
From one shoulder to another
Something lost or gathered 
Who knows, perhaps a ball already 
in the bushes, in childhood

 Kieslowski found this poem and it reminded him of his movie ”Red” so he put it in his press pamphlet for the film.