Eleven

Hello, stranger.
I met you earlier today, a few miles
And many hours from here.
The sun was there, we chatted a while.
Now it's late, and I'm spent,
But I see you, know you, down a dark street.
How did we get here so many times?
You from my home, now I in yours?
Now we both part for distant places,
And we'll never speak again.
Or maybe we will, since we've already defied
The rules of acquaintance once, twice.
Why not once more
In the next agreeable place
Or wherever the Universe, what they call Chance,
Slows us down, parks us, for a short visit
With a stranger from home?