Two college students, strangers really,
locked eyes across a crowded room.
She was there with someone else
But he knew it was meant to be.

Another place, another time,
The two met while on line at school.
The stopped for coffees, exchanged shy glances,
And knew that it was meant to be,

They shared their Love, they built a life,
They earned honors and degrees.
They had a home and three fine children.
They knew that it was meant to be.

He came back to their darkened house,
sitting Shiva with dark despair.
He drowns in words that fail to comfort.
He knew this too was meant to be.