It was a perfect day
when I saw you last.
We lived in the moment,
forgetting the past.
We sipped our tea
and played our chess,
like every Sunday,
escaping priests' protests.
We made our fun
giggling at passers-by.
Remember Mrs My-poodle-is-better-than-you?
I think she's met some guy.
Our final moments were sweet,
as we parted beside the tarn.
I said to see you next week,
and then you were gone. |