OrphanPip

Well winter has finally truly sunk in, it is now snowing in Montreal. I've always loved this season best. There's something wonderful about snow.

Anyway, here's a little poem inspired by a story an ex once told me about falling in love with strangers on the bus.

Momentary Infatuation

I saw your face on the metro
And I whispered, “Hello”.
I wish I could know you,
Meet your mother, or declare, “I do”.
At the next stop you had to fly,
And I never got to say, “Goodbye”.

Comments are welcome