One night at the movies

When you just started working
I took you on a date,
with the candlelight in the Spur
your eyes burnt deep dark brown.

Your hand was soft
and maybe it was to easy,
to make you laugh
and life was just another game
and you were excited about your dreams.

On the ice rink we skated
up and down like teenagers
and you got me tired
and I almost
fell in love with you

Yet that times were innocent
and you were,
just too young for me
and I wanted nothing more
than a kiss.

I see you at the movies
and you are a mature woman
and there’s sincerity in your eyes
when you greet me
and something that can go much deeper,
when your lips touch mine for a moment.

I almost wish
that we can be alone for a few moments
when I see heartache behind the mask,
but the commitments of life
set its claims
and I buy popcorn and cool drink
while two boys wait for me
and you are buried in my memories
and just a photo in a album.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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