Postscript: An Invitation

I thought you weren't looking at me that way.
In the waiting cool air, you came slowly and sat beside me.
An invitation for a cup of tea—
you seemed a little unprepared to break the touch of peace.

Meeting you in the last watch of night—
a silent attempt to awaken an expired emotion...
Though it was slight,
still in that simple effort of yours
I was submerged in enchantment for quite some time.

Meanwhile, piercing through the novel's disparaging adjectives,
your restless laughing face had captured my gaze.
In a soft voice, whispering, you had said—
'I love you.'

On your lips then, for me
an impossible tenderness was waiting—
in your affectionate nature you had embraced me openly.

Postscript:
The address of my next destination is given—
will you find time to come?