We kissed,
Eyes closed, latticed arms’ unfurl,
Approaching was our bus.
Boarded, we three now parted,
Me with her,
She without the two of us.
Separated never astray,
Love’s pull,
Fills the silence when she’s away.
Strong our woven lace.
Shadows cast from above pass along the avenue in our wake,
Reminiscing the memories previously endured
When we three picnicked under the allure
Of ancient lovers’ shaded embrace.  
In a garden encased
By braided weeping ficuses
When raindrops fell, not all could we forsake.
Dew searching to quench dryness
Single drops escaped the umbrellaing trees’ clutch.
Our shared meals together,
Seasoned by myths and tears from laughter
Nice to be under the influence of another who too, expresses such,
Impromptu panini, zagara scented beer, people watching, colored by wondrous smells
Palermitano street food; a one of kind cultural meld..
Buon pranzo to all, may yours be the same,
Each day a new life experience to share and claim.
                   PFL