I didn't even know her name
But she looked up and blushed
As I came in that crowded room
Her face hauntingly beautiful
It was her dark eyes of course
Sadness or longing, I know not what
I so wanted to be by her side
On an impulse I approached her
Introduced myself and spoke idly
About art and photography
Which was why we both were there
But she knew what my game was
As I lingered still talking away
"You must know that I am married"
She said, coloring up as she spoke
Revealing her own interest
But not her disappointment
That I had been so bold today
She held up her hand for me
To others, a formal goodbye
But we both needed that touch
That intimacy of forbidden love
As once again she spoke to me
"Just where were you a year ago?"
She whispered tears in her eyes
"When I made the wrong decision"
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Oh, my...decisions and regret! Very emotional and very sad.
ReplyDeleteLove the image of "spoke idly
ReplyDeleteAbout art and photography" ...
It's impossible to lock one's heart...
Hm. If it was a wrong decision, it can be unmade. Perhaps he will wait. Then again, maybe it was this sort of impulsiveness that created her current problem. ;-)
ReplyDeleteDecision in a hurry or decision not thought out fully! Either way it is a decision regretted. Perhaps unwittingly it was a measure of some lost opportunity.
ReplyDeleteHank
oh so sad
ReplyDeleteOh dear. The poor thing.
ReplyDeleteGood use of the words. Forbidden love provides the basis for a lot of good French novels.
ReplyDeleteWell I have certainly read a lot of those!
DeleteWhat a last line - although most mistakes can be rectified..what an engaging story/poem
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