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Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
Memory
Did you woo me with sonnets?
Win my heart with wit and being handsome?
Did those blue eyes turn my heart
To pounding wonder?
Did you trawl me into your loving net
with flowers, chocolates and theatres?
No - none of that -
you were just there.
We strolled through Central Park;
Window-shopped 5th Avenue.
The Empire State had everything
laid out for us to see, yet somehow,
all we saw was each other.
Now I see these things on my own.
It is cold, toying with memories.
Would a sonnet have been warmer?
Perhaps not.
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