Too moving picture perfect to be real
after the screening’s over. Kiss in rain
under umbrella. Hug, then kiss again.
Some passers-by applaud. We almost feel

emotions to go with the dripping scene.
Hold hands and giggle knowingly. Then take
black coffee and a sticky chocolate cake
with sprinkles. As if we are both sixteen.

Remember.When reality asserts
over the next few hours. Delight and charm
were real. Her lips just slightly dry. Her arm
firm on my waist. Hours later, parting hurts

Not much. When next I see her, we are friends;
Best romances are short and have clear ends.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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