Brief

I often think our virtual romance

was like the classic movie ‘Brief Encounter;’

two people who connected, though not free,

pretending we were friends to salve our conscience.

Desperate not to hurt our loves, we ended

and hurt each other. Celia Johnson stoic

I smile at home and only cry in verse.

Brief, but no encounter, furtive kisses

or stalwart gentleman with smooth-pressed cloth

to wipe the grit from red and streaming eye.

First published in Reach

 

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