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A Quick Romance

by Chris Sorrenti

   your wounds will heal so quickly
    water will be jealous
    - Stan Rice, Tragic Rabbit

It started at a morning bus stop
across four seasons
from that first moment of eye contact
smile and hello
small talk about the weather
and other things deeper
till finally he built up the nerve to ask her out
to which she happily accepted his number

She was pretty
he was cute
obvious to both of them
as the conversation grew deeper each morning
on the bus to work

There was discussion of what to do
where to go
which three days later
turned into a phone call and invitation to her place
to share excited talk
of histories and likes
over wine and tokes
easily breaking down that first barrier

The kiss was spontaneous
unable to stop it
as if magnets he and she
eagerly moving forward to embrace

Despite both having reached fifty
raised children to adulthood
they suddenly found themselves as kids again
giggling and sighing at the touch of wet lips
in gentle smooching
pulling away only to discuss what just happened
with wide eyed grins

She told him that was nice
and that he was a good kisser
he agreed and thanked her
returning the compliment

Though she disliked seafood or tickling
they had almost too much in common
both civil servants
with checkered backgrounds
pet owners and lovers
and a whole bunch of other things
it was uncanny

There was a second invitation between them
at his place
more conversation and kissing
over wine and tokes
he respected her space
appreciated the company
neither ready to go beyond first base
especially he
having just come out of
a five year relationship

Both agreed not to let it go too fast
and though there was talk
of a car trip out to the country
for lunch and photos
it ended as it had started
with a phone call

She gave a weak excuse
he accepted without argument
while contemplating what it was
he either said or did
both agreeing to be friends

Though disappointment filled his voice
he saw the glass as half full
after hanging up realizing
a little bit of some things
is better than nothing at all

© 2012

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Posted on 07/15/2012
Copyright © 2023 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/15/12 at 01:13 PM

I enjoyed this Chris. I must say though in todays world I do believe I've seen romances go further faster than the time it took to read. But then some wouldn't call it romance.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/15/12 at 04:35 PM

You're one of the storytelling kings, man. One of the great ones.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/16/12 at 12:23 AM

I enjoyed this - especially the "checkered backgrounds" stanza. It feels like real life and your half full ending says a lot about what you take away from these experiences. Solid.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/16/12 at 01:57 AM

I think you're right about feeling like kids, and I love that part!

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 07/16/12 at 04:31 PM

"a little bit of somethings/is better than nothing at all" ....and sometimes those little bits of somethings, that come to an early end, only open and warm us up for even better somethings.... Definitely reads like real life!

Posted by Don Matley on 07/16/12 at 08:04 PM

Great writing Chris. You capture well the scary bliss of bittersweet love; the desire to take it slow and savour the warmth and intimacy...you are riding high and boom the door slams into your face. You capture and depict this 'tranche de vie', this 'rite of passage'even for the less young so very well. Tks.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/21/12 at 06:42 PM

We must love or die. We spend so much of our time trying to figure out who loves us and who hates us. We must learn that to be in love is to touch things with a lighter hand. In ourselves we stretch, we are well. Delighted. Thanks.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/24/12 at 05:31 AM

Oh man...a superb story, rendered beautifully first word to last!

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/25/12 at 12:59 AM

ah, better to have loved and lost...

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/14/13 at 10:57 AM

this tugs at the heart to read. agreeing to be friends, not lovers? it seems an impossible equation, particularly if one of the parties is still in love and must sacrifice that love and yet how does one kill love in one in order to be friends? isn't the idea to fall in love and not in friendship?

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