Smiling at Sunset

Dear You,

Wasn't it the other day we met ?

There was no intention apart from business.

You came, I complied and it all went fine.

Nobody had noticed anything odd.

I still wonder why you came back.

Was it me or something I had told ?

I hadn't revealed any of my secrets.

You had none. We met at sunsets.

You told me something new each day.

I merely listened, thinking that this would end too soon.

You didn't end anything. I was amused.

You started quite a few things. I still thought nothing.

I believed I had it all, learnt it all.

But then you being you, it was all too novel.

You had me.

Yours,

Me.