[Alois Wolf]

Your simple smile penetrates my facade.
Sit here a while and chew the fat,
speaking our minds under the unwarming sun.
We don't mind, not a care in the chilling world.
Lost among this is pure infatuation...
of lonely interaction.
I didn't get the chance..
I didn't get the chance to learn your name,
speak your name,
hear it reverberate off the echoing wind.
We spoke of the kinda of things first dates are made of.
Of love and life and what things we liked...
but I didn't get the chance,
before we froze at last... with smiles on our faces.

Copyright © Alois Wolf 2007

No... it's not about a one-night-stand. It's more about those fleeting moments when people mysteriously come into our lives and have such a profound impact only to disappear just as mysteriously... but interpret it in any way you wish. I was always taught that poetry is a gift to all people and the author really has no right to tell anyone what it means.... I Just wanted it known the personally for me, it was not about a one-night-stand.

[Thunderwolf]

A wonderfully warm poem on brief interpersonal relations. You certainly have a gift in capturing that precious moment...two souls touching...and when this occurs...names sometimes may just become the incidentals of the interaction...a lingering afterthought...yet, still important to us.

Thank you.