Winter Encounter
It was by chance our paths had crossed
that cold December day;
a love I might have had, but lost,
the one that slipped away.
I reached to kiss a ruddy cheek,
his old endearing smile;
the sight of him had turned me weak,
though only for a while.
The words he spoke I can't recall,
our spark had gone astray;
for in the past we'd said it all,
so much to my dismay.
He claimed, one day, he'd like to meet,
though he would never call;
the weatherman predicted sleet,
but tears began to fall.
Good seeing you again, old friend,
then said he could not stay;
I felt the blister of the wind
and watched him walk away.
A heart that had begun to thaw,
then started to refreeze;
I drew my overcoat in awe
of winter's frigid breeze.
Copyright © Sherry Thrasher | Year Posted 2008
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