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Poetry For Sunday: That Time


Remember that time we sat on the bench?
That short time like watching grass grow. 
We talked. We giggled. We were like children.
Except with cappucino in hand.

Remember that time, we sat in the car?
That hour lasting for days. 
The memories of our shared kiss.
Something forbidden, yet perfect. 

Remember that time, I took you to the movies?
You said it was the official first date.
I said it was number three. 
We held hands throughout.

Remember that time, you thought I was going to ask?
Instead we strolled through the woods.
Scared I was.
Disappointed you were. 

Remember that time, I did ask? 
You couldn't help but say yes.
Our love was perfection like diamond.