We May Meet One Day…

andre-kohn #11
(c) Andre Kohn

Maybe we will meet by chance somewhere,

In a year, or two, or three,

Perchance in romantic Paris,

On a rainy evening,

In a café, gallery, or park,

And maybe we will talk

About painters, poets, and ourselves,

And then maybe you,

Being lonely, or sad, or dissatisfied,

(Because of the wedding band on your finger,

Or maybe because of the lack of it,)

Will want to show me something,

And this something will turn out to be

An imaginary portrait of yourself

Hung on a wall in your hotel room.

And as you gaze at it, drinking wine,

Leaving the imprint of your cherry lips on the glass,

Maybe you will not mind if I kissed your neck,

And nibbled at your ear,

And touched your denim thighs,

And maybe, having nothing else to do,

You will be kind to me,

And let me undo your blouse,

And unbutton your jeans,

And try to unclasp your bra,

And then maybe we will fall together,

And I will do to you what spring does to the winter,

And you will do to me what summer does to spring,

And we will hold on to each other

Like climbers to the precipice.


Or maybe we will never meet.

Maybe I will die here, alone with myself,

And maybe you will go on living

Alone with others,

And all that we can ever call our own

Will be the speculation

Of what could have been

If the universe were favourably inclined toward us.

31 thoughts on “We May Meet One Day…

  1. Wow. I can feel the pain in your optimistic vision, and solace in the pessimistic one. Really beautiful

  2. I wonder if you specifically write this for someone. Nonetheless, this piece is so brimming with romanticism!

  3. This is beautiful. Especially the second part – sweet pain and yearning, defined.
    You’re good at this.
    But you probably already know that.

  4. I saw the first half of this post in my feed, and I honestly wanted to ask you if you ever felt cynical, or if you were always in a blissful european romantic state; but then I read through its entirety and I have to commend you on your brilliant way of tackling reality with a blissful european romantic style
    Its just really nice aesthetically but I can relate to it so genuinely- its great.

  5. Today, I went to the beach front with my kids.
    I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old
    daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She put
    the shell to her ear and screamed. There
    was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear.

    She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!

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