We sat together on the sagging chairs,
Faded blue with years of window sun.
His leg would move, touching mine, as we ate
Muffins, croissants, birthday cakes,
The sound of teenage shrieks, floating
On the summer air, with the thudding
Of footballs slammed against the painted wall.
He brushes crumbs that feathered both our laps,
So innocent, but also really not.
Another teacher hums a tuneless tune,
As the kettle screams, and steams,
Unaware that in our corner, on those chairs
Stained with tea and deep blue boredom,
A moment’s passed between two colleagues,
The start of something vast and wide,
Far too high to climb, it’s love.
Margot Kinberg
I really like the imagery here! And you’ve captured that moment really well, too. It makes me want to know what’s next for the couple.
patientandkindlove
It’ll only end in tears.
clcouch123
The details draw us in. Not that that’s profound to say, but it is a writing talent of yours.
clivebennett796
Oh I’m in love – you’ve captured the moment beautifully!
patientandkindlove
Aw thanks!
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anotherkatewilson
Wonderful poem – but surely it doesn’t have to end in tears. Perhaps they will have a torrid affair, and then end up good friends.
patientandkindlove
Maybe they’ll get married and live happily ever after?