We met in a crowded park
at the height of autumn and just started talking
like we'd known each other in another life
like they do in the movies, And we were together, always together, but life isn't Hollywood.
Our hair was sometimes mussed:
our clothes a bit dated,
and although our sad parting
wasn't exactly Casablanca
it is worthy of Cinemascope,
For audiences love a tragic end,
and though the credits have rolled
I'll always have my flashbacks,
and since we both survived
we may meet again.
Perhaps there will be a sequel.