the last meet
He on the seventeenth
Of the fifth month
Heard a noise
He sneaked
He saw.
An illusion it would
Have been thought she
He hid as if he ignored
She walked passing through
Time flew slow
More noises now
She returned
He saw but ignored
She gave a light blow
From behind
And without a word left
She so silently soft
To meet some at the other end
Nothing can block her heart
Not even her mind
She came near
Asked him why had he
Came there for?
He had some letters to get
She mocked him
He had a slight smile
But sadness flowed in both
She said it was all over
And that she blocked herself from him
He said he never cared
Whether she blocked or not
She said she hadn’t written so well
He didn’t believe since
Naughty in nature was she to be
Their eyes met
She was standing tall he was sitting short
He put his hands
Onto his pocket
Took a little something
Made by the East
Transported from East to West
Bought in the West
Transported again
From West to the East
Finally to the down South
A simple keychain
Was it to be
Refused she to get at first
It wasn’t a wrong thing
Said he
She came near
She took it
A friend of her paused by
A talk between them was on
He saw the beauty in her eyes
Her dress of green
Her hands so soft which held the gift
Her friend then left a gesture made he
Yet she took her leave
And passed ascending
The steps of a stair
In the middle she paused
For a minute or so
Sure it would have
Been that many
The thoughts would
Have been running on
Her beautiful calculative mind
It would have been
The past memories
Reminded once again
One more time
She left
He was lost
For now
It was
Only a time
To dream
For it would be
Hard to meet
Ever again