An English Moment
Passing through Western-super-Mare.
I saw her again,
she was adjusting a window display
in a small antique shop.
I thought,
shall I wave to get her attention,
or go in,
just to remind her of our once torrid affair?
Was she married now?
That possibility chilled my enthusiasm.
It was then, in that same window,
that I spied my own reflection.
it was waving me away,
far away,
maybe as far as Bristol or beyond.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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