You saw me
reading a book you’d already finished
and we talked about it
for a little while.
I thought you were cool
and approachable
even though it was you
who approached me.
I don’t know what you thought of me
but we seemed to be getting along.

I was going to ask for your email
so we could talk books later
but then the bombs went off
and the ambulances took us
to different destinations.
I lost a leg
and an ear
but still look basically the same.

Did you make it out?
Have you been back
to that cafe since?
Want to meet there for milk and cookies?
Lightning couldn’t strike twice
could it?