My fortune read, “you will meet someone in March.”

Just like that, my lover came back on a cold March day.

My hope left with him years ago, but that would be a lie.

I looked for him everywhere, in everyone.

I convinced myself there would be no reconciliation.

One way or another, my lover came back on a cold March day.

Just like the fortune read.

But it did not tell me if he would stay.