Inevitability

Somehow I knew

– it was inevitable, actually

 that I would run into you.

I didn’t think it would be today.

Here you are, right before me.

My tongue tied in knots, words fail me now.              

Don’t go, not yet. 

Give me a chance to explain.

What can I say, it all seems so trite.

PoetryJean WattersComment