November twenty second, eleven twenty three
the heavens conspired to bring you to me
half walk, half sprint
I bumped into this stranger with messy hair and kind eyes
red umbrella poised--
eyes questioning, concerned
I mumbled my apologies which you brushed aside
We ended up sharing your umbrella
And as its red shadow cast over us,
my heart held its breath
November twenty second, eleven twenty three
the universe conspired and brought you to me.
