Just a quiet summer afternoon <br />Easy comfortable conversation <br />Two old friends <br />Catching up on each others lives <br />Touching only in passing, <br />And lightly, <br />On the past they had shared. <br /> <br />Did they think <br />Their worlds so different <br />And needs so <br />Changed? <br />That the passing years <br />Had faded passion <br />Like a photograph <br />Left too long in the sun? <br /> <br /> <br />When he leaned in to kiss her cheek <br />Was it her loneliness and longing <br />That turned her lips to his? <br />Was it his emptiness and needing <br />That stretched and deepened his kiss? <br /> <br />If the hour had not been so late <br />If home and family had not called. <br />Would she have stayed? <br />And in each other’s <br />Arms could they have <br />For one quiet summer afternoon <br />Found comfort in forgetting <br />And release in remembering? <br />Touching only in passing, <br />And lightly, <br />On the past they had shared. <br /> <br />9/01/05<br /><br />Richard Quinby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-quiet-summer-afternoon/
