My Greatest Luck

House-sitting for some friends of yours awake early, coffee by the open door garden that we don’t have, the odd dog bark rain falling through the big tree across the lane. A train bumps past, blows a long, high horn sound sharp and present on the autumn air. Two rooms downstairs, one giant kitchen four bedrooms, the king size bed we slept in. Going home soon to our one-bed flat thinking vaguely of the bad decisions, the mistakes, all of the untaken chances that led me to my greatest luck, with you.