I’m standing in my favorite spot,
the place I kissed you first that day.
It’s quiet in the parking lot;
the threat of rain has most at bay,

but shorebirds seeking refuge here
show no surprise when I appear
their fellow in our hallowed place:
a plain, suburban parking space.

I wonder what you’re doing now,
and if this storm recalls that day
we stood beneath the scudding clouds
and felt each other's warm embrace.

I couldn’t tell you how I felt—
your lips met mine with subtlety
a second time, my heart compelled,
then you were gone as suddenly.

©2024 Mateo Vélez