Poetic Form: Prose
A Time For Us Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Entry Submitted: 2026 February 03
Contest Judged: 2026 March 03
Contest Placement: 1st Place
They met when rain blurred the city, sharing one umbrella. A quiet gaze, a shared smile, a conversation that felt like home. He held her book; she held his attention. Their hands brushed—a spark, a moment, a pause. Yet, a train arrived, loud and demanding. He left for the west; she was anchored in the east. They exchanged numbers that had held hope, Yet one got lost from a large, overused handbag, While the other found its way to the floor of a well-travelled train. Most never notice how moments flicker throughout time, And words that never dared to cross the threshold of “just friends.” Years later, they passed on opposite sides of a street. Her eyes held a flicker of what-if; his held a quiet, lingering sigh. The rain stopped, but the moment never came back. A love story, perfect and untouched, With the closed umbrella, Written only in the dust of the missed opportunity.
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