Love Story

we made
love after watching
love story.
it was awkward,
not love exactly, but
something else.
more like an
extended kiss, an
opening to what's next.
it was deep
in winter.
february.
there was snow on
the hard ground.
we were testing the waters,
letting
go of the past and
present,
banking on some nebulous
future.
the movie, such as it is,
was not
a favorite,
not one to save or
go back to.
a tearful film,
from the book,
an easy read.
written in a day.
the dying the girl,
the preppy boy,
the overbearing father.