He looked at her
she looked at him
he hoped this wasn’t just a whim
They shared a kiss
played with each other’s hair
deep feelings of passion in the air
They fumbled
and tumbled
to the ground
to late to bring themselves around
Caught in a lovers embrace
there was only one ending to this race
It’s all done
passion has won
why didn’t they feel great
want to celebrate
instead they both wanted to run
She thought of a line she’d
been shown once to empower
head held low, she whispered
“nothing can bring back
the hour of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower”
Title was a prompt from where this poem came