Quite by chance, I met you
After all of these years.
A familiar smile, a familiar voice,
Awakening forgotten memories and tears.
The moonlight softly found us
As the old songs filled the air.
So take my hand and dance with me,
Like the moments we once shared.
As we danced in the moonlight
To all those old familiar songs,
The world seemed to fade around us,
And for a while, everything felt where it belonged.
The melodies carried memories,
Soft echoes of days gone by,
While beneath the silver moon above,
We forgot the reason why.
Let the music tell our story,
Let the years just drift away.
For tonight, within this dance,
Yesterday feels close today.
“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet.” — Stephen Hawking
As she turned to walk away, she wondered if she’d ever see him again. The evening air felt cooler now, carrying away the sound of his voice, yet leaving his memory behind. She resisted the urge to look back, afraid that one last glance would make it harder to leave.
However, she could not resist looking back over her shoulder, and as he was about to turn the corner, she called out his name. He approached her promptly. She remarked, “We forgot to exchange phone numbers so we can stay in contact.”
He quickly searched for a pen and jotted his number down on a piece of paper. Please be sure to get in touch. Let’s not leave it for another ten years this time. 🙂
On his way home that evening, he felt particularly pleased with himself for having mustered the courage to exchange contact details with a woman he had not seen for quite some time. He had always held a fondness for her.
He had a good feeling. 🙂
She was feeling bright and breezy, too. 😉
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 