Travel Shorts

You Happened

Dressed in knowledge and suffering;
your face was one I'd known before.
Seen on the corners of winter streets;
impressed in the chalk face by the shore.

I'd been searching for a tourniquet;
someone to help stem my blood's flow.
You came along with that broken smile
eyes that told me nothing about all you know.

You said you'd always loved the way
two people's bodies could fit.
I sat there in silence – preoccupied
with mine and its deficit.

I ask that face that’s everywhere I see;
What would happen if you’d never happened to me?