The sun set slow
over slate sea
the wind howled
cold across the beach
you tied a red scarf
tight
round your throat
and buttoned the buttons
on your grey duffle coat
against the winter.
We held hands,
for the first time
that night,
as from a wet bench
we watched
the Christmas lights dance
off the pavement puddles,
like fairies.
We laughed about
our life, our friends
as from a wet bench
we watched
the Christmas lights dance
off the pavement puddles,
like fairies.
We laughed about
our life, our friends
the
drizzle
until our shy hands met
for a second time,
then,
until our shy hands met
for a second time,
then,
without
knowing,
we shared our first kiss.
we shared our first kiss.
Still taken from Breakfast at Tiffany's
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