Each one felt abandoned.
Their doubts were cruel and handsome.
They were each other’s fandom,
Thought the other was a grand one,
Were entirely in tandem,
But doomed by ruling Random.

The two went to and fro.
Round and round they’d go.
Down and down to woe.
Never found, oh no.

Right time, Wrong places.
Right place, Wrong times.

The two had unknown fans.
Three others found them grand.
The three were each alone,
Each sought them on their own
And thought themselves the only one.

Wrong times, Wrong places.

The three did not find the two,
Stayed lost without a clue,
Till they stumbled on into
A bumbling breakthrough
And, long overdue,
Joined each other as a crew.

Wrong Rights, Right Wrongs.