Unattainable

 

“You’ll meet in the spring, where you’re not going now,

“You’ll have a shared interest; you’ll know it’s right.”

Words of a psychic sound strange somehow.

What could the interest be? Maybe they’ll write.

Fast forward to spring, black hair and black coat,

A striking appearance, could this be him?

But how to get talking? I watch, remote,

He unlocks his car door, opens, gets in.

I watch as he drives past my own parked car.

Next time he smiles and gives me a wave.

Two magpies appear, sign of joy to my heart,

I ponder his name: Steven, Simon or Dave?

Just one tiny gesture to make my heart sing,

But then dashed in an instant, the flash of a ring.

Sonnet to a Teenage Date

 

The waves lap gently against the sea wall,

We kiss as the sun sinks in the evening sky.

I could love you, give you my all,

Few precious hours only belong to you and I.

Walking back overwhelming sadness,

From tonight I’ll never see you again.

Never will we ever share that oneness,

That magic won’t be there with other men.

Time will pass, we’ll each belong to others,

Life moves on with joys and trials aplenty,

You’ll become a father, me a mother,

Blessed with families, hearts not empty.

Memory Lane calls often and I wait.

I never have forgotten you my teenage date.

With thanks to Maureen Turner for sourcing the image.