A Love letter.

We just bumped into each other.
I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend.
(well - I was!)

But there could be no-way
I could have imagined
YOU!

Before you I’d only ever been -
like a brother’ to girls.
And how was I doing that?

At school I was told -
Not tonight, I’m washing my hair’.
I can add that to my lexicon of rejection.

And then there was you.
I thought - no chance. Too classy.
So don’t laugh (even to be cute).

How could I possibly have understood?

But I understand now.
I understand me.
And if I had known me then?

Well -
that’d be an entirely different story.
And were you looking too?

You seemed an experienced player
you knew boys -
better than I knew girls.

But finally -
today -
I realised.

You were looking!
I laugh at that thought (now).
The - ‘what-ifs’, what- ‘could-have-been’. If only I’d known.

My truest
dearest love.
If you don’t cry I won’t.

Because - It’s fine to look back.
You and me.
Together in love.

And when I do
I smile.
How could I not?

I smile -

because if I hadn’t have met you -

I’d have met someone else.

Image; Art Johntone. ‘Rach’ Ruishton 1982. The first picture of Summer.

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