Impromptu

Curiously I say I love you
although I am not sure
that this is the truth,
I think you feel the same
so we hedge our bets
and stop at the café
where I order coffee
and you drink the
brandy that accompanies.
I like small talk, it takes
the edge of what could be
an awkward conversation.
We rise to the challenge
and talk of inanities.
I now know your mothers
middle name and that your
third cousin once removed is
a removal man in Rennes.
We arrange a second date
where I know that this time
I will not arrive so promptly.





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Written on 2008-01-31 at 12:02

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Elle...I believe this is the first time I've read one of your poems
and I must say I'm amazed at the beautiful way you described
your meeting and feelings with this guy....It seemed to me
that you've caught a very universal situation in a lovely poem..
Thanks for sharing it....

xxxx Stan
2008-02-01


Rob Graber
I enjoyed this poem, with its candid admission of puzzlement about one's own emotions...
2008-01-31