LIKE A BULLET SHOT BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME

He prayed his team would win the World Cup.

She prayed he’d just care more. “If that ever

Happens,” they both loved to say to themselves,

“It’d be like I’d died and gone to Heaven.”

Years later they would meet in Heaven,

Heading in opposite directions. And

Like the last two beads in refused champagne,

They floated past each other and vanished.