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.
I'll be gone.
Later you hold your companions
Hands on the table and answer his
"It's nothing, he was my
Lover long ago"
Posted on 07/09/2003
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