Romance

A work colleague lamented that they 'needed romance', on the bus home shortly afterwards, I wrote this, writing it with a 12 minute timer, then taking a lot more time to edit it!

Romance

What is romance? A look or a smile?

The caress of a hand that lingers for a while?

Is it the anticipation of something new?

Or the well worn path to a shared bedroom?

Is it the words that you say?

Or the way that you feel?

Does it last? 

Is it mine?

Is it real? 

Is it something we earn or something we find?

Is it something that passes or endless in time?

Are there things that can lead us to see, grab and hold it?

Or an app, with a flick, that can make us believe it?

Is it a construct from the French 12th century?

Or is it a practice to invest in seriously?

Are there days when it's more, and days when it's less?

Can we conjure it up with the way that we dress?

Is it a verb or a noun to be claimed?

Or maybe a thing that remains without a name?

Are we able to share it with more than one person?

Or is it restricted to behind drawn curtains?

Can it be all we want, and give what we need?

Can it be all we want and also succeed?

In the roughest of times can it keep us alive?

In the highs of our life will it continue to thrive?

To be sure, it is not many things in this world.

But for me it is something to slowly unfurl.