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For Old Times Sake
There were maybe two hundred people there
There were fifty
Looking around all the faces my eyes caught yours
I felt you looking at me
As the music played I watched your expressions
I was thinking of the unwashed dishes
When I looked again you turned to look at me
I went out for a cigarette
After the concert I couldn’t stop thinking about you
I’m not sure I would have recognized your face again
We met again at the Bach festival
It was a jazz concert
You were wearing a pink dress and a green blouse
The blouse was blue it matched my denims
I asked you out for dinner, I knew you would accept
I had nothing to do that evening
We had a long and passionate courtship
The next time I met you was on a rainy day, you gave me your umbrella
You said you’d always wanted to be a June bride and I agreed
We were married in September
Anyway I just phoned to wish you a happy birthday
I’m coming Nicholas darling it’s my ex, he gets it wrong every year
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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