Passing Ships

He couldn’t recall an event Or a time or even a place Somehow he knew he knew That approaching smiling face. A night of flowing drinks A night of many toasts A night of copious alcohol Supplied by generous hosts A night of drunken wandering Strange street intersections Of turning left instead of right A night off wrong directions. Welcoming arms To his surprise To be replaced By moans and sighs. Coming suddenly awake in A strange love wrecked bed A fast emerging hangover Pounding through his head. Not his house Not his room An awful sense of Impending doom. The act of quietly dressing To creep down a strange stair Unobserved she watched him Emerge into crisp morning air. A night of unbridled passion Of giving and taking A night of unexpected and Passionate love making Silently she’d watched the stranger As he disappeared from her sight Contentedly musing on those Ships that pass in the night. Now he’d returned her smile Though not knowing why And the moment was gone As they passed each other by.