Recently we met, by chance, <br /> And I was reminded of the past. You told me you regretted <br /> That time had gone so fast. <br /> You wished that we had tied the knot <br /> And could we get together at last. I gently pointed out to you <br /> That you had missed your chances. <br /> There had certainly been a number of times <br /> when you could have made advances. But in those days your secret love Had been your Triumph Twin* <br /> And in those thrilling, speeding days I was the ornamental trim. You asked if I would telephone <br /> To talk of when and where, <br /> But too many obstacles cloud the scene <br /> And with regret - I left you - there. * a motor-bike<br /><br />Elizabeth Atkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-suspended/
