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Poetic License: Denial

By Staff | Sep 11, 2019

(From Sanibel Joe’s Songbook)

It was not in another country

Nor in another time.

There was no music playing

And we did not dance or dine.

There was no suite I rented

To which we did retire,

And no romantic breakfast

Relit our evening fire.

No moonlit beach for lovers

To frolic on the sand,

No sun-drenched orange morning

For bodies to withstand,

No back seat in a drive-in

With a movie rated R,

And girl to whom I’d promise

Someday to make a star.

Nor did we dare a hammock

With swinging to and fro,

Or standing up in rowboats,

Or slip-sliding in the snow.

It was not a brief encounter

Two strangers on a train,

Over before it started

Until we’d meet again.

Nor just a night to remember

Until the seas run dry

Or morning in December

When a kiss became a sigh.

It’s not a true love story—

Yet I simply can’t forget

The love that never happened

On the day we never met.