It was a Wednesday,
A normal middle of the week day.
Or was it a Sunday, all the more
Did I wear green
After debating the monochromes.
Weren’t you in that gray bespoke suit
The one you got for a song on 81st.
I remember a scent.
Sweet, apple blossoms perhaps.
Isn’t that our favorite song playing suddenly,
Did you lean over to stroke my cheek
For no reason whatsoever.
I might have put my arms around your neck
Surprising you from behind.
Was it a long time we stood there
Just like that.
Are we unfazed by the long wait for a table,
The sudden downpour,
The lineup for a cab.
Is that you mimicking Walter Raleigh,
Until I, the winsome damsel,
Do I imagine
Or has time and yearning
Simply made it so.