Today I thought of you.

 Funny how
 memories
 work
 I'm looking
 forward
 to the next year
 and though
 It was 3 months ago
   I thought
 of you
 today.
 Our romance was
 born of spontaneity
 sat and talked
 never expected to hear back.
 The first date
 was
 a charity gig
 I felt free to
 roam and chat
 with people
 I knew
 and yet
 I always returned
 back to you.
 You said
 not to "be so british"
 in asking permission
 to put my arm around
 but that's what I'm like
 we walked past the ancient
 hill
 rising like our
 hopes
 looming large
 like
 our dreams
 You worried I'd catch
 a cold
 in the rain
 but didn't have to worry
because
I was warmed by
 your company
 and then
 we finally kissed.
 The second date
 was at
 yours
 I walked with  rose
 in hand
 through the dark
 streets
 to the light
 of your home
 and the domestic
 scene
 of cooking, laughing
 kissing,
 Cuddling on
 the settee
 worried your
 flatmate
 would become
 the grand inquisitor.
 As predicted
 we didn't watch the
 film
 but held each other
 close
 intimate
 beautiful
 happy to forgo EVERYTHING
 for these moments...
 Unfortunately
 all good things
 come to
 an end
 one way
 or
 another.
 It's written elsewhere
 how that
 happened
 for
 us.


 (About Paulina)