We walked.
You wore my chapeau
And pink
And leaned
To see something closer
And I did, too.
And it was art.
Today I walked
Alone
Where you were pink
And wore my deck.
(I’d forgotten
you were talking
to someone else
on the phone).*
And I wondered
Why we couldn’t
Walk that way
Again.
*Added the next day when I saw the photo of her wearing my hat … and talking on the phone.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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