Posted in Creative Writing

In Love?

I left you behind in a glow of green lights
Nodding gently when you said we’d meet again.

Lingering: your cigarette smoke and my doubt.
Only fools believe in fate and we’ll become
Victims of our own hearts, I thought.
Except, 3 years later, you asked me out to lunch.

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