A Nip in the Air

Could the reason be I am getting old
Or is there a definite nip in the air?
Last night I sensed you getting cold
During our tête-à-tête, as it were.

Certainly the flame becomes ember
Ordinarily, when the passion cools.
Luckily we’ll be able to remember,
Dreaming like some romantic fools.

Carpe diem, was our youthful creed,
Otherwise the chances will be gone,
Lost forever; so let’s sow the seed.
Daring the unthinkable, life went on.

 
© Luigi Pagano