Sunday, 15 April 2018

Then the rain started to fall

Her calm green eyes stared at me
As she flicked her long fair hair
From her sweet face, mouth a grin
Unswayed as we both stood still

People they passed on both sides
In spite of that we stayed there
Both simultaneously
Smiling at one another

So we then started talking
Nothing about the scene fazed us
I reached up to touch your face
You let me, grinning, nodding

Then the rain started to fall
Holding hands we sought cover
Then entered a small cafe
Sitting close to the window

"I want you to be my wife"
A gracious smile on your face
"Perhaps" you said quietly
Rain washed down the gutters

"I've got a list somewhere"
"You look quite healthy, that's good"
She then took out her iPhone
"I've nothing booked, so yes"

Memories are foolish things
My mind spends hours in that realm
What I had, I now have lost
And never more can reclaim

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