How did you know when to find me
that moment you picked up your phone
and texted words that took 30 years to write?
Cards flipped from the deck; one by one – ace, spade, club
Cells combined to form that heart on my sleeve and in your pocket.
Pentatonic chimes in the breeze; melodies untrained – C, D, E, G
A chance taken, confession spoken.
Did you need me?
Or did you know I needed you?
Caution thrown to where the wind carries us.
It all makes sense at the end even when the steps seem