Encounter in rain

Moments after rain had soaked my bones and skin
I noticed you across the street.
You decided so to have a look at me at the same time.

And then, I could not speak. It was the moment where in
movies all is starting, or all ends.

It was March, the light already that of Spring,
but we felt bitter cold as we stood there,
together, with the road between us. Lovers. Friends.

I imagined how the scent of you
was damping from your coat.

We lacked the warmth now,
and I wondered, did you recall how it had been
when we were lovers?

I think you smiled when my mind blushed unseen,
I didn’t dare to watch your face.

You made one step towards me, then
a car came in high speed, a scaring “toot”
and you jumped back into your space.

There was water splashing over you,
you shivered, in deep thoughts again you left for good.
The only thing remaining, was the curving of your neck.

Comments on: "Encounter in rain" (18)

  1. What a terrific, haunting last line.

    You do this sort of poem really well


  2. Love it, Ina!

  3. This poem instantly brought back memories of my ex-girlfriend and I many years ago running for shelter from the rain. We were caught in-between an invigorating dance performance we had just seen and the Thai resturant we were seaching for. Ahhh … a raining day in NYC.

  4. Always better to back away from that.

  5. A lovely poem.

  6. You capture the essence of loss extremely well…

  7. I agree with David, Ina. You do this sort of poem really well. It has a haunting quality, a moment lost forever quality, a might have been but maybe was better not quality that makes it highly appealing.

  8. ‘My mind blushed unseen’. That is such a great, standout line, Ina. So original and so evocative.

  9. I love the ‘what was” and “what ifs” in your love poetry, Ina. And the tentativeness of a piece like this is very effective.

    ‘my mind blushed unseen’–what a nice phrase

    and the last line…so specific…so momentary,,,so beautiful!

    • Hi Diane, thank you very much. There are so many choices in life to make, but the most important ones life seems to make for us. πŸ™‚

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