I sat,
in humble silence,
as you brought
your cup of coffee
to your lips.
Your lips curl
in the most fascinating way
near the corners
as you sip.
The flavor hits you
and your rain-soaked
mahogany eyes,
hidden
behind your black-rimmed glasses,
meet mine.
You smile,
and I am unsure
as to whether it resembles more
a radiant sun reflecting
on sapphiric waters
or
a glimmering crescent of a moon
basking all
in its silvery glow.
It was in this moment,
a brisk afternoon
in October,
did I realize
that what sat before me
was surest proof
of a higher power.
What causes two people
to meet?
Is it purely coincidental?
Or,
perhaps,
is it something
more?
~lt
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