The moment was too intimate to keep.
We had to make a compromise with dusk
To keep the blue from entering our bones.
The shadow of old feelings held us fast.
I think some things should never have been said
Over those cups of coffee that we shared.
The warmth of smoke brought all the longing back
To drink the landscape in each other's eyes.
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-feelings/
