Two travelers share a fleeting roof
While rain rehearses love’s reproof;
Each drop composes on the rim
A rhythm neither bleak nor dim
The street’s reflection doubles sky
Our footsteps rhyme then drift awry;
The maple arch above our way
Turns sorrow into gentle play
No vow is made no future signed
Just gratitude for pause in kind;
To stand to wait to feel the same—
Without possession without name
When clouds withdraw their weeping art
We part with laughter light of heart;
For even brief shelter can prove
That strangers understand by love