On A Durban Street At Twilight Poem by Gert Strydom

On a Durban street at twilight,
when lights started piercing the coming night
in winter with rain sieving down
like you would expect in Cape Town
a gorgeous girl walked right up to me,
and it’s still one hell of a memory.

For long moments her eyes looked into mine
and she slid her slender arms around my neck
giving me much more than a peck
and her hair silky and fine

brushed against my face
before she kissed me even more passionately
and spellbound and probably surprised, unfortunately
I let her slip away unknown, totally without a trace

and still this bugs me, for what I do not know
and why I let her go?