Not Written In The Stars (Poetry)

It was a whirlwind courtship of a kind —
this just-met dinner companion’s display
like the bower bird describing his newly-renovated nest
hoping it might perhaps encourage me to stay
and it sounded nothing short of charming — yes
I admit to being tempted at the time.

It would have been so very easy to succumb.
I could have changed my life right there and then.
He was educated, solvent, easy going — fun
in many ways the ideal specimen.
Yet I resisted every gentle snare and lure
attracted and quite flattered but come the crunch —
                                                unsure ...

So nothing came of it. For afterwards I failed to phone or write
although I thought of him quite often — daydreamed on
about that cottage — the whole package — the idea
of a picturebook existence Kodacolour-bright
thus it became an almost-memory from a bygone year
the choice I didn’t make — a one-off opportunity long-gone.

The reason? I can’t put my finger on it quite —
some vague notion (call it intuition) that our stars’ alignment
                                                simply wasn’t right.