Deep crimson flowers

Wrapped in delicate paper

Warm smiles and nervous laughter


Hot coffee to keep our hands occupied

Swapping stories as we settle in

Unaware as the balance shifts


Acquaintances become friends

Minutes turn to hours and time passes

Until we part ways


Whatever happens next

Is a mystery

But isn’t that the fun of it?


The first time we met

An experience never repeated

But always remembered



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