Winter Moon

 

We’d been dancing around each other for months.

Like a couple of lost planets

trying to recover some semblance of orbit;

neither of us wanting to push this friendship further

for fear of losing what we already had –

On the other hand,

both wanting the situation between us to be more.

We kept kidding ourselves that we were happy.

We didn’t need anybody in our lives again.

I knew that this winter fair was going to be another typical

country pain in the arse.

I’d have to be polite and say Audrey’s cakes were amazing.

Shirley from the dairy across the valley would be there too –

I knew she was keen, but for me, she just didn’t shine.

Maybe it was Smithy’s home brew,

maybe it was the winter moon,

reflected in your smiling eyes,

but as I stood in front of you

on that bare earth dance floor,

I figured it was worth asking.