I went to our bench

But you were not there

And

Without shelter I waited in the rain

But still you did not come

You were that summer romance

Which stalled when the autumn chill came

We left though on a high

Having found a secret glen

But I did not realise that the running brook

Which delighted me so much

was in fact

Taking away your feelings for me

Leaving space for fresher love

For someone else

Simone C , Falmouth Harbour, 2025, with high hopes of another summer romance