There Are NO Accidents

between the kisses
French toast and conversations
i gave you Pittman*
and i watched the way
you read him
with focused intensity
slipping your fingers
over his words
it contained
glimpses into
a world
you dreamed
of being a part of
so i left
a part of myself
right there
where he talked
of love
so i’d always know
you were sliding
your fingers
over my words, too

by the way
in case you were wondering
it was no accident
me gifting him
to you

*Al Pittman was a Newfoundland poet.

© Poetry from the Inkwell 2019


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