Sunday, 15 January 2017

Rejection
It’s not that I’m not tempted,
she said
and I don’t want to offend you.
She took my hand briefly,
to show there was no offence
intended,
then let it go.
I held on to hers
as she explained.
Then we walked in silence
for quite a long way
enveloped in the dark night.
Hand in hand.
Quiet footsteps
that didn’t break the silence.
She looked up at me and smiled.
I smiled back.
Or was I the first to smile
and she smiled back?
I don’t remember.
It doesn’t matter,
but we don’t remember.

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