To-morrow we would meet again,
by Cecilia Parkin
Long years in-between.
Would he remember words last said
And what just might have been.
Was it cruel fate that just after
My troth was pledged elsewhere,
The spark was lit between us two
That long had lingered there.
I keep his voice in memory bank,
The magic of his smile.
The tenderness of last days spent
As we pretended, for a while.
His hand outstretched, our fingers touched,
Polite words, hint of a smile...
But as his entourage led on
-He kissed me with his eyes.