Somewhere there is a man

Somewhere  there is a
Man  who will meet me -
Perhaps next week, on Tuesday, his
Date with Destiny
Will be - and I wonder, this
Sunday  morning as he
Takes his tea (or
coffee) if he feels
The  shift in his life
Begin, the gears
Engage, and me  emerging
From  the shadows of his
Future life to greet him?

Does he feel this woman
Nearing him, bearing
Marriage and two children
In her hands like gifts
And  much happiness
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