The Lottery - PAD Day 19

The Lottery

We didn’t win.

We were close, yes, but

just not that lucky.

Still, we spent

the entire afternoon

tumbling on to twilight,

spinning into nightfall,

moreover moonrise, just

conversing. Lingered,

bantering over dinner.

Tarried. We two

(contentedly married)

imagined a million ways

to spend and share

those fanciful winnings.

(What fun it would be.)

What fun it was – just one

of those singular evenings,

spent together, doing nothing

really remarkable, and yet,

in the final analysis,

unforgettable.  

Funny, we

didn’t know  

how lucky we were

we didn’t win.

PSC / 2017-Apr

 

My offering for Day 19 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).

Assignment: a memory poem