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Barbara Mather

Short Stories
- Fortune in a cookie
- Life Or Death

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- Pragmatic Romantic
- My Loss

Pragmatic Romantic (1 rating)
         by Barbara Mather

It wasn't a moonlit night
Nor even a bright sunny day
It wasn't over a romantic dinner
Nor on a sandy beach did we lay

It was indoors and under a white tube light
On yet another tiresome office day
That our eyes met and held each other's gaze
For how long, neither could say

It wasn't his quick-witted banter
Nor the smile he flashed my way
It wasn't even the way he was dressed
Nor the attitude he did portray

It was the way he'd looked at me
And then softly said my name
That he took my breath away
And on my heart he had laid claim

It wasn't a whirlwind romance
Nor a courtship you may say
It wasn't a sluggish wooing
Nor an irksome dilatory display

It was a friendship that began to blossom
With every passing day
It was the fondness that grew and grew
And soon love did friendship betray

It wasn't through a touching love letter
Nor a romantic melodious song
It wasn't through a declaration of love
Nor a sense of a commitment lifelong

It was over a rum and coke
And some gourmet Indian cuisine
That I put my hand on his
And from my heart I did come clean.

It wasn't euphoric agreement
Nor did a smile emerge on his face
It wasn't a rueful response
Nor of remorse was there a trace
It was a gentle and evasive look
As he glanced at me to say
We'll talk about this later
You are not yourself today

It wasn't ever spoken about again
For there was never an appropriate day
It wasn't even forgotten
For neither could keep the feelings at bay

It was with time that each began
To understand the other's way
It was then that the love was deepened
It now transcended time and space

It wasn't a flirtatious fling
Nor a frivolous love affair
It wasn't an amorous liaison
Nor a passion of despair

It was the tacit affirmation
Of a love so very rare
The unuttered implicit attraction
That will be nurtured with utmost care.

And so it continues
Till this very present day
So much both have to say
That neither can yet convey



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