HEARTS

Had I not noticed you noticing me,

six months would have embraced the serendipity,

of an inauspicious wandering,

made of my heart pondering,

else finding true love,

as sent from above,

truer than the fiction,

embraced unspoken diction,

of our broken parts,

in our meandering hearts.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder