The usual setting:
A public pub,
Or someone’s party
Or a park in the fall,
As it rains crisp orange leaves
While winter soothingly
Whispers its chilly arrival
And two people:
Two people caught unawares
As their eyes catch each other,
Two people who suddenly
Decided to once again believe in fairy tales,
Two people mindful
Of a moment-as-such’s rarity,
Its spontaneity,
Its rightness,
Its familiarity,
Its
Its... uneasiness,
Its awkwardness.
Two people turning away,
Faces flushed.
Two people walking away
Never to see each other again.
Two people well aware,
That they would be up all night in regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem