Old Love
I saw you last night
In a sudden dream
Was it a garden-party
Or an open-air show
You came with someone I didn’t know
And didn’t bother to like
I noticed you wore your curly hair long
Tied at the back with a band
Fastened with clips
You had even aged somewhat
But smiled the same smile
I hid behind the chairs and flower-pots
My eyes following you among the bubbling crowd
For I didn’t want you to see me
To raise your hand to say ‘Hi!’
To shatter the magic of childhood infatuation
Of dissolving whispers and kisses
All I wanted was to taste you with my eyes
To love you with all your faults and your bad hairstyle
Made heady by the vintage of old love made new.