In Passing
Nostalgic glimpse of her just now,
Mere passing glance outside this store,
Her older face reminding how
We dated once in days of yore
When tight, we’d cling all through a dance
Or wallow in wet sultry kiss—
It floods my mind, our brief romance,
Those heady nights of passion’s bliss,
But lives diverge, we grew apart;
Our flame went out, a brief duet,
And now a wife controls my heart,
So on I walk, free from regret.
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