A Brief Encounter

By Robert Amoroso

A whispered word,
a moment in time,
a passing glance,
a dimpled smile,
a longing look,
long flaxen hair,
a seasoned past…
a time to share.

While the years between us
could not be denied,
we found for moment
we could hold back time.

How odd our encounter
must have seemed,
as we quietly spoke,
of lost loves and dreams.

We shared a few moments,
but our time was brief,
for your time to explore
was reaching its peak.

I knew that our friendship
could never last,
for you were much younger,
and my time had past.

Where once stood an awkward
young girl so unsure
now stands a young beauty,
a woman for sure,

so poised and relaxed,

you've taken the lead,
a blossoming flower,
from a nurtured seed.

I look at you now,
and I fondly recall
the twang in your voice
as you stood by the wall.

The evening rush
had become our game
and sadly now,

it’s not same.

Like all good things,
it came to an end,
and while we seldom speak now,
I’m sure you know,
you’ll always be

a special…“friend”.

Copyright 2003 Robert Amoroso