By deevaa
Date: 13 March 2001
lunch
On the way to the airport,
his suitcase in the back of my too small car.
we stopped for lunch at an expensive restaurant.
Fine white linen, and a waiter who fussed.
We giggle behind our hands
and pretended that there weren't tears
close to spilling over as we looked at each other
knowing, we only had an hour or two more.
Lunch was divine, and I caught him off guard
by calling the waiter over, and asking him to take our photo.
"would you mind? We just got engaged"
the waiter congratulated us, and he laughs
"cheeky" he whispers, as the waiter presses the button.
and passes the camera back,
We laugh til those tears are close again.
"so its unofficial, I guess."
and I gasp "yes.... unofficial."
he whispers. "I officially love you."
and I melt.
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