I saw you last night, though you didn’t see me.
I was watching a film in my faraway bed, hadn’t thought of you for years when you made your cameo. I recognized you by your taxi rank and the particular quality of the pale winter light as it filtered through your dirty glass ceiling. I even thought I heard the coo of a grubby pigeon.
My girlish heart flew through time and space to place me on your sparkling concrete concourse, walking with dizzying fear, toppling desire, breathless longing towards a lover I hardly knew.
This happened more than once.
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You’re a winner! Come over to mine to claim your prize. XXXX
I think you should work that up into a poem… It’s so poignant.
That is beautiful. A nod to your earlier years skipping across the channel to meet your now husband?
Lovely! I hope its the opening page of your 500 page novel!
Was it meeting that lover at the station which happened more than once? Or was it meeting a lover you hardly knew more than once? TELL US!
And hang on – are you in Paris????
Jkab, I’m not in Paris. I’m still comfortably in California.
Sally4th, ThisisDazy is right, I did once used to skip across the channel to meet my now husband. But you also might be on to something. My life has been long and interesting 😉
Geekymummy. Perhaps I could write a novel of beginnings? I don’t ever seem to get past page 1.
Tim. That is so very kind.. And yet, I think that this might be all the poetry there is in me on this subject.
Troutie. I’ll be right over. xo
Well damn, thought maybe I could invite you for a quick glass of bubbly…maybe that could be chapter two? 😉
Lovely. I can just picture you on that plaform (one I know well….).
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