Sweet Thursday

the first time

the two of us

ever spoke to each other

was a windy thursday afternoon

in may

on a dazzling main street

In front of a flower shop

In a bad temper

you stared at me

I still remember the little things

like the lily you

you gave me

the first time

the two of us

kissed was

a week later

on thursday night

In a gentle rain

walking for hours and hours

we repeated the same

old gossip

suddenly, the two of us

pretended

to run out of topics

and we fell in love as expected

after that

when the two of us

parted it was

a cloudy thursday morning in

september

before I knew it, you were not

in our bed

and the two of us would never

meet again