You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
For the second time in as many minutes, I met his eyes over the back of the restaurant booth. He smiled hesitantly just like the last time. I smiled shyly back.
Play it once, Sam. For old times’ sake.
He was out with a lunchtime companion as was I. When I looked up again, his eyes were on mine. As I quickly glanced down, I whispered to J, “There is an older man watching me. He looks harmless. I wonder if I know him from somewhere.”
I remember every detail. The Germans wore grey, you wore blue.
I looked up again and his female companion was turned around in her seat, grinning widely at me. She gave a little wave and turned around. I put my eyes back on the table, head down, telling J, “I really don’t think I know them, I think they’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
I returned to my lunch, blushing scarlet. A bit later, she was standing at our table, telling me shyly, “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but my husband wanted you to know that you look so much like Ingrid Bergman.”
Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.