Moments like this, I wonder,

do we step into an old film

or a long-forgotten memory?

Will you meet me,

by the old telephone box,

in the lull of the day?

In that crowded corner -of the street – of my mind?

Frame this for me.

I want to be immortalised In this autumnal vignette.

Frozen in fall, dancing in the dappled rays

of a season that does not cease.

Cinematic sentiment; let me linger a little longer

in the silver screen of my wishful thinking.