Under A Real Subset Poem by Shirley Harrison

I remember the times I spent
at T.G.I Friday's
it was a fantastic cocktail bar
in Leicester Square, London
I remember the first time I went there I was only eighteen
I used to order the peach crush
on the arm of my own glorious crush
a guy I was so in love with it hurt my heart
my butterflies were off the scale inside my gut
each time we'd meet and each time we'd say goodbye
alas
this love was my first
and wasn't meant
for the duration of time
however
after thirty years
I don't regret a single moment
because it taught me everything about love
I actually had a heart full of it
and I couldn't wait to finally
try it
under a real sunset.