1965

It was 1965,

We shared our first glance.

Oh, the innocence of youth

And we missed our chance. 

The jazz of the 60s 

Those silent stares.

That first interaction,

Butterflies everywhere.

In 1973 we met by the carnival,

Spark still fresh, you asked for my postal. 

We exchanged letters the entire summer,

It felt the same like when we were younger. 

The postman's ring,

Your letter in my hand. 

A week long wait,

By the town bus stand. 

It was all good until

You went for your leave.

And everything changed

Quite suddenly. 

I waited by the mailbox,

For days on end.

Even the postman would say,

'Have patience, he'll send.'

I'd hear that you're home

Through the town grapevine.

But you'd never write,

I guess there was no time. 

I learnt to live without you

And then you wrote to me,

You were coming to my town

And asked to meet. 

I put on my favourite dress,

And walked merrily to the stands,

It was going to be me and you

But you came with your lads. 

Even though you looked at me 

With the depth of the sea. 

There was some distance,

Quite evidently.

I tried my best, 

But I couldn't find

The man that I fell for,

In 1965.

Years passed and 

We stayed in touch sometimes,

I waited patiently,

To matter in your life.

When it was me and you

We had our little universe,

You'd leave your fears behind.

And give in to us.

But when with the rest

I'd be out of your mind. 

I didn't want to give up,

So I waited for the right time.

It's 1983, you lay next to me,

You tell me you love me,

And in your eyes 

I too can see.

But it's been so many years

And I still wonder,

When your eyes look at me,

Does your mind surrender?