Victoria Mosley

 

I did not

expect,

 

to meet

this way:

 

did not receive

your presence

 

as a gift,

I know

 

you are

like the wind.

 

I did not

believe

 

we’d ever

kiss;

 

instead we

 

pocket

sentences.

 

You kept me

as an option

 

a present

ready

 

to unwrap:

 

I did not

expect

 

to meet

across

 

the river

of becoming,

 

nor does

disappointment

 

paint the

day;

 

only acknowledge

the words you speak

 

are empty.