Oct 28
Perhaps it was
a day in October,
or summer,
or spring—
it could have been
a Tuesday,
or the rains
in July.
How could I
have known?
I’ve rarely been
that blessed.
Perhaps it was
her eyes,
the song
of her laughter,
those many nights
of longing,
or the distance
that has come of
age.
But one day,
I fell in love.
