Poetic License: Denial
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,
Nor 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.