Why does it seem 
that upon meeting another
that I’m drawn to
it can be simple
as coffee and cup
or key and lock
we naturally fit together
though neither of us
was made specifically for
the other until found
or chosen or formed
discovering that we do
indeed work together causing
one to be the
reason for the other
It’s all just happenstance
and sweet simple serendipity


Oh how I wish 
that you were here
on this chilly morning
to roll over onto
and into warming me
staving off the need
to stray out of
bed and into cold
to ignite the fire
and warm the house
being content with my
morning selfishness with warming
myself and leaving the
rest of the world
to its own devices
I’m simply not ready
yet to care about
anyone else but us