Supermarket Meeting
I have just seen you,
or maybe I didn’t.
Could be illusion,
of someone who isn’t.
Style of the Eighties,
a decade – long past.
I stand enchanted,
my heartbeat, is fast.
Black T-shirt knotted,
not front, but round back.
Classic are blue jeans,
they’re skinny, not slack.
Mouse blonde is your hair,
T-pau is the style.
Ends with white trainers,
you’ve had for a while.
Sparkling are your eyes,
when flashed with that smile.
I felt a feeling,
not had in a while.
For time that was happy,
I feel my heart pine.
Should I approach you,
deliver that line.
Then is reflected,
the age that I am.
Time of the asking,
has gone with that ham.
Real or remembered,
illusion or not.
You woke a feeling,
I’d left there to rot.
Silent a thank-you,
is sent with a smile.
For thinking that I could;
for just a short while.
A § M
3/10/2017
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