“Ye shall cross paths
With a man of greatness
He shall be your succour,
Your comfort, lover,
And your friend.
His name shall start with the letter in my cup.”
She looked in the cup and saw an ‘M’.
Patiently she waited.
She gave preference to Mark, Miles and Michael.
She met no such man
Three years went by.
Edward came, wined, dined and pined.
She noticed not.
When she was old, bent and grey,
Her mind played back her life scenes.
In particular, the moment she saw ‘M’ in that cup.
Had she stood differently
An ‘M’ could have been an ‘E’
She rang him up.
He waited still.
In the end,
Their grave was next to the other
When heaven bade them welcome.
Their latter months lived as foretold.
Visiting the foreteller,
Remained her greatest regret and her best kept secret.
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