‘No vacancy’, her sign said
As I strolled by a second time
‘Why?’ I wondered.
Was her mind closed to adventure?
Or just closed?
I’d seen her in happier times
When her and I were one
‘I love you’, her lips said
I smiled, looked into her eyes
And held her hand.
Happier times than these!
Now, only lonely, all alone
Where had I gone wrong?
I looked, in awe, down the road ahead
And what did I see?
A car at speed? Oh, no!
A traffic light, changing to green? Oh, no!
A jay-walking pedestrian? Oh, no!
A couple, on a park bench,
Standing. Kissing. Holding Hands
Oh, yes! That’s what I saw
That’s all I saw…
“Sorry, sir – there are no rooms spare.
Did you see the sign? No vacancy.”
Huh. No vacancy
My heart had had no vacancy
Since the first day we met.
You were still there
You’ll always be there.
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