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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

That Kiss

Sitting by the little wall by the gate
People come to trickle out
German greetings all around
Tears of joy
I can’t sit still
Where are you?
I see parts of the team
The odd person
The hockey bad
The ringette stick
I can’t sit still
I see you leave the gate
I fun for you
As you run for me
That hug with the “I love you” in the ear
“I missed you” in a suffered voice
“I love you too” in my ear
That kiss
Oh my god, that kiss
Comparable to beer on the lips of an alcoholic
You’re a drug to me
She looks me in the eyes and says
“For two weeks I was wondering if you’d be here”
“Like I said, I would be at the gate waiting”
Another kiss
Followed by another
I helped her family load the bags into the truck
I took her to my car and we ran away for the night
Up to the east side nose hill parking lot
A beautiful night time, down town Calgary was the back drop
It was a night that took forever to come
And it was gone like it was never there
Another kiss