I saw my opening and sped up. Unfortunately, so did she. Our bumpers kissed in the car park. She wound down her window and I fell.
Our meetings were sessions
of smiling gazes
that only pulled away from each other
to look at the time
and so strong was the yearning between us
that we often took the luxury
of not kissing
From: Cento poesie d’amore a Ladyhawke, Einaudi, 2007
They kissed and he got off the bus. He stood in the rain and waved from under his umbrella. But, head down, she was texting him goodbye.