A Romance of Little Words

University life, early mornings and spilled coffee

packed bus rides, quiet with the exception of the motor

a rush to lecture, the professor has already started,

seating myself at the far back corner

where hardly anyone sits.

Monotone voice, power point presentation

hand on autopilot as the mind wanders,

drowsiness beckons, coffee sip,

the door opens wide, and as I turn my head

she strides into the hall, her face flustered

and sits in the same row as I at the other end,

quickly unpacking her bag.

What coincidence brings us two together

twice in two days?

Statistically improbable, am I still half asleep?