At the table just for two -
Tucked into the back
Right-hand corner -
We went for lunch
that Summer's day.
Ouside the sun shone bright
But in that dark corner
It might have been night -
A time for unrestraint maybe?
I reached for her hand
Across the white cloth,
Starched, crisp, and white.
Ah! The first time I touched her.
And I felt my belly lurch.
Excitement churned inside
As I felt her fingers slide
Against my tingling palm.
The potential was electric.
The babble of other diners
Unheard in our enchantment.
We drank some gorgeous wine
Ate enormous Cafe Liegeois'
And talked the afternoon away.
Sad thing was, she had to go,
Her father would be waiting
As they had arranged.
I watched her walk away -
Her fabulous legs departing -
She turned to give a wave.
I folded the napkin with care
Intending to call her number.
But Fate deviated my life.
I never saw her again.
What might have been eh?
The strangest thing is.
As far as I can recall,
I never knew her name.

I still have the napkin.
Look. Sixty years old it is!
Do you think she remembers too?



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