As you turned
I saw how the sun
lit up your hair
and your eyes stared at me
and I saw reflected
two of me
staring back.
We'd just left the church
after Sunday service
singng in choir.
We walked
at the side
of the country road together
towards the bus stop.
Are you allowed out
after dinner?
I asked.
Doubt it,
you said.
Not for tea
at my parents's place?
I can ask,
you said.
We waited on the side
to cross the main road.
You looked wonderful
standing there
so full of life and wonder.
We ran across the main road
when we had a chance
and waited by the bus stop
Hope you can come,
I said.
I will ask,
you said.
But you never came
so I assumed
you weren't allowed.
I mused on the Friday evening
before choir practice
in the porch,
holding and kissing
in the shadows;
the moon bright
lighting up the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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