Deciding against pursuing a possible romance.

We held hands, we kissed, we made love.
We said goodbye ‘neath the town clock above.
We promised to meet there again in a while.
The thought of that vow brings forth a smile.
We both knew we shared a short one night stand–
A rain-sparked encounter that got out of hand.
She’s back in the badlands with her family.
I’m here in the southland with her memory.
All we exchanged were a few pleasantries–
No numbers, no addresses, no email i.d.s
She’ll return next year with no thoughts of that night
And if I see her first I’ll just stay out of sight.
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