the things i never say

a poem by Charlotte Todd

Maybe it was luck

Or maybe it was fated, destined,

Perhaps the stars have led me here,

Led me to you

I watched your expression change

When you spoke about the things you loved

and i knew that i had began to love them

too.

You pressed,

Your hand on mine

In the ice cold winter with locked eyes

(I wondered if you felt it too)

They still say that it was luck that brought me to you.

Or maybe it was fated, destined,

Maybe an angel fell from a singular star

and maybe that angel exists, in the shape of you.

cover photo found on pinterest