Meeting

hand

That drizzling Saturday evening

with blocked signal

on the road,

and our sudden plan to meet.

20 minutes late me,

you wandering

on the road in wait.

That glimpse of the first look,

Standing together 

to decide the next place to go.

That walk with hand in hand

That talk about the memories

knowing more about each

and

that pounding heart

and those stealing eyes,

with sensational touch

and

those blushing  smile

we met again.

 

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