In my twenties I was playing a pong game
in an upright machine at a store I was working in;
I think in the seventies.
A woman came up behind me, so close I could
feel the softness of her beautiful body against me.
She wasn’t my type, but thinking back maybe
she could have been
as much as her closeness affected me,
as nice as it felt having her that near me.
Old and womanless now, how I miss those days
and the closeness of women once in my life.
Bob Boyd