Two Months after Their Meeting in Paris
All the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
He ran through the freezing rain, darting across the puddle-strewn street on the Lower West Side of Manhattan on a darkening night just on the cusp between spring and summer. He was late, and it was the opening of her exhibit.
Two months after she'd vanished without a trace, he received an invitation in the mail.