My Brief Sweet Breath of Yesterday
You stole my breath away that day we met.
As dark clouds burst, you led me by my arm
inside a small café out of the wet,
but I could not escape your rain of charm!
With idle chat, you knew how to disarm
me. How you poured it on! I was a flower
that blossomed from your smile so soft and warm
as there we lingered for more than an hour.
I watched your moving lips and felt their power,
just thinking of them placed upon my own!
Then suddenly my reverie turned sour.
You reached into your wallet; I was shown
a photo of your lovely fiancé.
You were my brief sweet breath of yesterday!
for Jared Pickett's At First Glance Free Poetry Contest
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