We met in your summer
and in my winter.
Winter and summer.
Twenty-one and Twenty-one?
Or Twenty-one and Twenty-two?
Same age.
June and July.
Twenty-eighth of July
The day we met.
Two thousand and twenty-two.
Twenty-two and eleven.
Cancer and Cancer.
Sun and moon.
Green shirt.
The tattoos.
The tattoo on his neck.
Short dark-colored hair.
Small, black eyes,
who filled my heart with love.
A little puppy with black fur.
So, like you.
My heart warmed.
I knew it was you.
Black cold-weather blouse.
Long wavy dark hair.
Me.
Any given day.
But marked by destiny.
The day everything changed for me.
The day I met the love of my life.