I must have liked you
As I paid for us at Kew.
We spent some hours
Among exotic flowers,
And strolled in glass houses
Where respectable spouses
Walked too.
I bought
A room in a cheap hotel
Off Victoria Street
Where assorted lovers meet
Then depart
And no hearts are left
Bereft.
We dropped off the key
At reception
Saying we would be back …
I wonder, did they have any perception
Of us two …
It was just an hour
Or so
In a cheap hotel
Long ago.
But I must have liked you
For I paid for you at Kew.
Excellent poem!
Thank you so much, Liz!
You’re welcome, Kevin!
I love that you the questions hanging, something to ponder.
Thank you. I’m delighted you like my poem.
Thoughtful. Memories can sometimes be poignant, and this poem shows that.
Thank you for commenting, Vivienne. I’m pleased you found my poem thoughtful.