She smelled of artificial
lilacs with faint notes of
lemon. Hair had grown
considerably, skin was
as soft looking as to the touch
belied and I couldn't begin
to remember why I walked
away once prior.

I tried to fight off my
typical male tendencies
but soon gave in;
she was wearing a
low cut blouse, after all.

Some time eloped, thinking,
trying to remember, but
it came eventually,
I again remembered the
why, the falling out of us.
Rather not dwell on the
reasons, know I should
remain the angry one
but I couldn't seem to
locate that emotion.
Compassion shone through
and I found myself becoming
fond of you again.

This street corner
rendezvous wasn't in today's
plans but I couldn't think
of any other upstart better
than the one staring into
my soul, I still believed
she could have seen right through.

I swear to you, up and
down, I was trying to fight
my typical manly ways,
but she eventually said
why not come back to her
place, out that windy corner and the
expectant rain cloud we spied
in the distance.
Said I could see down her shirt,
would do anything she said.

Laughed, said my wit
or lack thereof
was still in tact, and ahead
went our shoes clickity-
clack down dirty city street.

Her arm fell into mine quite
easily and I reasoned
if that was leading to
bad, copying like before,
might as well enjoy that
temporary good.
I’m an optimist that way
and I failed history class,
can never learn from the past.