You padded around my flat

Silent as a cat.

 

 

I strain

To remember your name.

Then it comes back.

And I recall

You wanted something else

And I, wanted you,

And fell from grace.

 

A few years  later, you called my name

In the street

Were intimate strangers

By mischance meet.

 

 

You were no old flame.

Yet the memory remains

Of a girl, perhaps  half there.

And your friend in the street

Who knew it was true

But claimed a mistake

Had occurred.

 

 

Yet, I knew you –

A sleek black cat

Who lost her fur

In a gentleman’s flat.