Whatever the future will bring
Today I'm not aware
Tomorrow doesn't come with a preview
Sometimes the past is the only thing
for which I seem to care

I once told you a secret
I sometimes wish I had kept
This lingering thought for so long,
swirling round my heart ;
it was something you quite
didn't expect

Your tender and thoughtful reply made sense ;
gave birth to a simple pact : 13,
kept together by unconditional acceptance

I know I should be thankful
And I am
But sometimes
I struggle as well

In those moments of emotional disturbance
numbers say more than words can tell
It's not a coïncidence that 13 is composed
out of 1 & 3
There never is a 2

So,
whatever the future will bring
Perhaps that's less important
as the past
when I met you