echoes of what was

I wrote a poem, and I think that it's quite interesting that what i wrote is quite extraordinarily ironic to what has happened, must I say that on paper, it doesn't look like it's the case, but you'll soon see how it is.

Now, you must be thinking how and why this is related to whatever happened, which is fair, but let me explain, you'll get it. 

When I wrote this poem, I wasn’t really trying to retell anyone’s story, but after thinking about it, it strangely reminds me of what happened with you and her. The way things played out, your love for her, the parents finding out, and how everything was resolved by your mother and her mothers' chat on the phone, kind of echoes through the poem. It feels like there’s this sense of destiny, or what I called ‘their contrivance,’ or just "God's destiny" shaping everything in the background. Even though I didn’t mean to capture that directly, it’s ironic how the poem fits the situation, almost like it was fated to come out that way.