When and If He Happens

When and if he happens,

he'll see the future

in tarot cards and Irish coffee.

He'll wait at a crowded eclectic place,

unworried that I'm far beyond late.

As I finally arrive, rain in tow,

he'll let all of the non-reasons go.

When and if he happens,

he won't question my quiet nature

or the ever-gestating masterpiece;

the one laden with mistakes.

He won't coerce me to change

or see anything wrong with how

I sometimes like being alone.

When and if he happens,

I'll lean upon his shoulder,

as She drifts away from me

and I hear someone say:

"She wasn't in any pain."

He'll instinctively know

to hold me closer than close. –from A Garden of Storms, 2015