The Four Of Us

I still remember that fateful day when our paths crossed. Marco was missing and I had searched for him in every possible place, until I saw his furry tail wagging at you. Right outside his favorite shop, I saw you throwing out treats for him. He seemed to have taken a liking for Polo. I remember we giggled at the coincidence of their names and went to home with smiles plastered on our faces. We never met again and I’ve regretted not taking your number. It’s been half a century now but every time I move cities, I can’t stop myself from thinking about the four of us.