ALREADY DIES.

BOY AND GIRL IN 1962 LOVE

After the service

at the church

 

on Sunday morning

in 1962

 

she and you

leaving the choir

 

and she taking your hand

in hers and staying behind

 

until the others had gone

she kisses your lips

 

and the echo

of the organ’s drone

 

silent and the smell

of her mother’s

 

borrowed scent

lingering in the air

 

and knowing her sister

would be waiting outside

 

prepared to tell her mother

if she caught glimpse of kiss

 

or any hold of hands

and half deaf organist

 

Mr Lundon stomping about

in the organ loft above

 

and all you wanted

was to stay there

 

with the kiss and love

and her lips and the look

 

in her big blue eyes

not knowing then

 

that all things

however good

 

move on and something

inside her already dies.