by Bob Blogworthy

We met, we drank, we walked, we talked. We watched as an errant lightbulb bobbed softly along the river, we matched it slow meandering, no need to hurry we had all the time in the world, furthermore the world was ours.

We found a place to be alone and cherished it as our space, as if no-one had ever been there nor would ever go there. A place uniquely ours, our secret, our find. That day, that place, that love, so brief, so eternal.

© Bob Blogworthy