Music in Snapshots

He waited and wondered

He greeted in snow

They kissed at a party

He knew that was Joe

She sat ever yearning

A chuckle was sent

He clocked in the hour

His sweater was lent

The rush in the passion

The hilltop mystique

The touch in the café

Her evening left bleak

She shouldn’t have said it

His sorry was hers

Bouquet of forgiveness

Distraction just blurs

Affection unhindered

A note before bed

The music in snapshots

All stuck in my head.

Paula Antonello Moore, Tuesday, June 23, 2015