L'Una (The One)

I once fell in love

With a green T-shirt.

Or rather its wearer.

I had already fallen in love

With her words.

She was standing there

Focused, ready,

Gazing into the middle distance.

Her phone half-forgotten in her hand.

She was perfect.

We had been chatting for some time.

Online, on our phones.

More and more

And more

Without knowing

What the other looked like.

When I saw the photo,

I thought, “Let this be her.”

It was.

We said, “We should meet.”

We were far apart

Though our minds were so close.

So close.

We said, “Let’s meet halfway.”

And we did.

We met at a hotel.

She said, “This is awkward.

Let’s go out.”

We walked and talked.

And drank prosecco.

Later

She was wearing a T-shirt.

It wasn’t green.

I said, “We needn’t do anything.”

Then I felt her soft lips

On mine.

Everyone said, “This isn’t love.

This is a yoyo.”

We said, “This isn’t love.

This is a yoyo.”

It wasn’t.

 It was love

For a long and wonderful

And sometimes very painful time.

And even when it was over,

We were still in love,

Ms. Green T-shirt and I.

I still am.