HOW WE MET

 

 

She asked me, "Do you like cats?"

And I thought to myself of the bumpersticker I had recently seen:

"I like cats, I just can't eat a whole one."

But opted to tell her that my last two had been eaten by coyotes instead.

She blanched.

I blushed.

She finished making my coffee in silence.

Then served me with a smile.

As I said "Thank you" and hurriedly left.

 

She absolutely doesn't remember any of this,

but this is exactly how we first met.

 

And as one of my brother's likes to say,

"That's when you decided to be her stalker."

 

So what do I have to say for myself?

Only that I'm a sucker for the non-sequitur.

 

And believe it or not,

her memory fills in the gaps of mine.

 

She completes my consciousness.

Subtly subverting my subconscious entire.

 

With a love I did not dare know of.

With a life not thought possible.

 

Two souls cradling each other through all kinds of seas.

 

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