The Connection That Was Meant to Be

Maybe a Poem

11:45 PM, Aug 15

Rain patters softly, just as you’d always imagined
Chilly breeze, no lightning strikes.
Raindrops softly pats the windowpane.
You brew a warm cup of coffee,
Huddle on the sofa near the window,
Wrapped in a shawl of his favorite hue.

Despite the perfect weather, you’re sad
You don’t know why, music offers no solace.
Tears spill down your cheeks as you realize,
This isn’t the life you dreamed of, all the love inside of you
You’ve created a life, the opposite of what you wanted,
And you cry harder!!!

Kirrrrr! Kirrrrrr! Your phone rings
Wiping tears, you answer, it’s an unknown number
You hesitate, but eventually pick up
For ten seconds, silence, as if no one is there
Then a dim sound, a dog barking, and a voice,
a male voice “Hey, how are you?”
You recognize him instantly, tears flow again,
you can’t speak, a million thoughts but no words.

He continues, “Sitting by the window, enjoying your coffee?”
In shock, you look around, he’s not there “I know this isn’t the voice you wanted to hear, but I’m in the same city as you now ,and look at the coincidence, it’s my first day here and it’s raining, just like you described it You must be so happy right now, aren’t you?”

Mixed feelings swirl within you, not knowing what to say
But somehow mustering the courage,
You ask “You still remember my number?”
There’s a pause, then he replies “Yeah, because you never changed it”

A bolt of lightning strikes a nearby electricity tower and the call is disconnected They say every disconnection brings a new connection, but this time it’s not new, It’s a connection meant to be.