I was putting on jeans.
My dog was smiling.
Sun was coming in the window behind us.
We were there
reflected in the screen
of the old tv I had fixed myself.
A second sun
was reflected there with us.

I was young.
My dog was alive.
We would watch "The Adding Machine"
on the old tv that afternoon.
I was getting sober.
The room was small.
It was years ago
and I didn't know
that I would remember that morning
forever.

Sometimes I ask myself —

why people meet,

why feel an instant connection

with a stranger,

why an invisible thread pulls

so strongly?

Is it destiny,

or just random

cosmic events?