you said you’d come for a coffee, but wouldn’t let me pay,
polite like a movie, then you slipped away.
Didn’t know you had someone, guess that’s how it goes.
Timing is a trickster, everybody knows.
It’s the law of irony, when hearts don’t check availability. But I won’t regret what I tried to do, It’s just a page, not the whole book through.
So here’s to letters and almost maybe, to the timing gods and their little maybes.