This is where he sees her
for the first time,
in the front hall of his fraternity house
as she adjusts her corsage
in the large mirror by the map of Spain.
He doesn’t dare speak to her.
She doesn’t dare let on
that she saw him spellbound in the mirror.
This where she sees him again,
years later,
outside a theater,
hailing a cab.
Through the late November snow
she sees the recognition in his face
though his hand remains in the air,
as she walks toward him,
in her black raincoat.
He looks past her,
down Broadway,
as she passes him,
and turns her head away.
Copyright Kay Winter
Kay- I want to know more about this couple. I am intrigged. You have yourself the perfect premise for a romantic tale. Don’t you think?
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Someone else commented that it had a whole novel in it. Thank you…I like all the unspoken parts of it…fill in your own story. Thanks for reading!
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I could see her stealing his cab and leaving him behind in the cold.
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Who knows? I like leaving mystery in poems, so each reader brings part of the story to it. Thanks for reading!
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