Funny how a trickling heart
stays with you from your teens.
That first influx, that bated breath
and endless 'where's he been's?'
Following his chosen path,
a corridor that you..
Have no need to be walking down,
or simply passing through.
How those eyes drew girls alike,
that thick fair hair that shone.
So aware that deep inside,
beat unison forlorn.
Today he sat beside her,
not through choice but on command.
Her food it stuck on it's way down,
as his pinky brushed her hand.
She kept admiring from afar,
feeling quite inept.
A prince to silent pauper,
in her lacey head she kept.
One day she plucked the courage,
asked a friend to plea her case.
He answered 'never in a million years",
laughing in her face.
Her friend delivered his reply,
a heart so wrenched it splits.
And without so much, as a mere touch,
cut her into little bits.
Soon parading round the school,
arm round another's waist.
Brains over beauty, rightly wrong
puts vermin in it's place.
Unrequited, feelings drowned,
into the pool of hurt.
No point in trying to keep afloat,
something that life reverts.
*******
30 years along the line
they met up quite by chance.
Was not so much as a mere touch,
but an evening of askance.
This heart he once had broken,
beat a multitude of class.
Unable to believe his eyes,
kept topping up his glass.
This shy and hardy woman,
now a mother and a wife.
Encumbered all his adds and thoughts,
his exilir of life.
Now he sought out his shadow,
with her interests alike.
A voice with words that flowed away
onboard a satellite.
And when he plucked the courage,
through the why's, the when's, the woe's.
Without so much, as a mere touch
she clicked her first hello.
