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.