(originally written 3/18)
When they ask
where we met
we’ll say
“just an old favorite place”
what we’ll mean
when we say it
is the look on your face
when I smiled
and you smiled
when I spoke to you
in your first language
and became a need
instead of a want
in the moment
in a bar
that happens to be
a hole in the wall
that I will never forget
you followed me home
and you, Romeo
waved to me
from my balcony
and that, my sweet
is poetry
I couldn’t have written it better
Old Billy Shakes couldn’t dream up
A better plot
A better pair
of culture-crossed lovers
He dared us to do it better
and we tried
and we didn’t die
so I think we can call this
A successful beginning
An anti-ending
The start of a soon to be
Classic love story