Sunny Sunday Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Sitting in the park holding hands
Looking at your face.
Heartbeat racing
Listening to our favouritte radio station
One earplug in my ear
The other in yours.
The world is watching us kiss and cuddle.
Sitting on a bench.
Sun setting slowly.
Kids playing in the back.
I look at you.
Looking back.
i wish we had kids

So they could see us sitting,
kissing and holding hands.
We walk back to our flat
to eat dinner.
Lying on the couch
, like a newky wedded couple
Reminiscing on that Sunday afternoon kiss,