Ink Blot

I sketched my name clumsily
Its curves distinctly mine
Then I followed it with yours
And marveled at the sight for a while
I crossed out some letters
Encircled some others
I had my fingers calculate
My pencil tip scratching, checking
Held my breath,
Closed my eyes,
Prayed for my destiny
Hoping it was you
But tragedy loves me
We’re but mere friends
This foolish game says so.