Down the Hill

Taking our time Flowing, going, stepping smoothly down Conversing with her from out of town Walking, floating, introducing ourselves So pleasant was the talk, I postponed my run Eucalyptus lowered branches to hear our fun Slowly, time fleeting moving closer towards her There was pain in her eyes, I could only smile I had been there, from which I walked awhile It was so nice to meet, my heart fluttered I wished her luck, “fue un placer,” she replied Off I go, telling myself at least try Jogging my thoughts stood on that chance encounter Hoping, thinking that I would look for her again That by any luck, love let me not relent For Teresa and her Cuban Accent