The laughter lines around her eyes
Lips not so full as those once kissed
But his heart beat just like a drum
As his mind flashed back through time's mist
So many years had now passed by
Since he had seen his old girlfriend
They stopped, they talked, he touched her cheek
What chance of fate to comprehend
Her sad eyes did not leave him once
As to the coffee shop they went
He held her hand, fingered her palm
A small tear was her message sent
They talked of little and of much
They talked of children and of pain
He held her close then let her go
They both planned to meet up again
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Whistles!!❤️💘This is absolutely exquisitely penned, Robin! I love the poignancy of this poem especially; "Her sad eyes did not leave him once. As to the coffee shop they went. He held her hand, fingered her palm, a small tear was her message sent." Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💘
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Sanaa
You write of romance and the poignancy of love so well. I felt their sadness during stolen moments,,,
ReplyDeleteHe held her close then let her go
ReplyDeleteThey both planned to meet up again
Great ending, Robin! It is always refreshing when it ends well.
Hank
The reviving of relationships are always such a treat--to read about and to experience. Love that they are still so comfortable with each other, that they touch, that they discuss the new things in their lives... just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteUnbeatable at good ol' romance!
ReplyDeleteLove that second beginning. Such a happy poem to read.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing...so tender and bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't expected that hopeful finish – and I love it.
ReplyDeleteThere is still a spark that exists between old loves. Your poem nails it.
ReplyDeleteOne can feel the emotions an ember of hope, that the fire will once again ignite.
ReplyDeleteA story of reconnection, poignantly told!
ReplyDeleteI love the heartache interwoven with hope in this poem. The line, ' They talked of little and of much" was particularly poignant to me, because it perfectly captured the essence of old love.
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully romantic story............beautifully done, Robin.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely reunion.
ReplyDeleteVery romantic and sweet.
ReplyDeletethis was so romantic. you have an adventurous soul. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. I sense there was a lot said without words in this situation. Lovely writing Robin.
ReplyDeleteSecond chances, who knew, Robin? Loved the intimate details on this poem.
ReplyDeleteAh that fingering of the palm ~ sigh ~ it there a more tender, caring gesture? A lovely capture.
ReplyDelete"A small tear was her message sent"
ReplyDeletethat small tear says a lot
Thank you for dropping in at my Sunday Standard this week Robin
much love...
Beautiful...so much love transcending life's troubles XXX
ReplyDeleteI feel that I read this one before, though here is a smoother, more immediate version of it. No one writes these romance narrative poems better than you.
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