Monday, July 20, 2009

Almost Love

We sat on the beach and I asked you what kitchy coo means.
You looked at me and laughed.
What a great song that would make you told me.
We waited for the sun to rise over the lake.
We sat side by side, neither brave enough to make a move towards the other.
The sun emerged from the water as you rose from the sand
You offered me your hand.
A ray illuminated your cheek as we walked towards the train.
We had a conversation that would soon be forgotten
On a morning that never would be.
Your stop came too soon and we parted
With a gentle kiss that would never be repeated

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