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Lover Long Ago

by Alan Mahood

Perhaps it will happen in
Paris, or Madrid, or Istanbul.
You and your companion will dart
Into a little shop in the old town
To escape the rain and as you
Glance around inside I will be rising to
Flee, throwing a bill at the table.
But you will stop me and with a smile ask
"Don't you remember?"
"Of course honey" I'll reply.
A long time past, so far away, we'll agree.
A hug
A kiss
I'll be gone.
Later you hold your companions
Hands on the table and answer his
Questioning eyes,
"It's nothing, he was my
Lover long ago"



Posted on 07/09/2003
Copyright © 2021 Alan Mahood

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/09/03 at 06:39 PM

sad :( Its always hard running into an old companion with someone new

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