Valentine’s Day

Can I kiss you?

He asks in the darkening car park

By the puddles of oil-covered rain

I rewound to the bench in the square

To the way his eyes didn’t stop shimmering

How he laughed when I told my stories

Walking new steps through a familiar city

He understood my weirdness 

Followed me into the fray of silly thoughts

And joined in with the chorus 

To the moment he gave me his gloves

Because my hands were cold and raw

It was Valentine’s Day 

To when I got out of my car and saw him pulling his hat on

He turned to face me and smiled

And I grinned back

I swapped my sunglasses for black 

and gold pom poms

And we held eyes then

As we hold eyes now

In the car park

Can I kiss you?

He asks