I miss that night

I miss that night

I miss that night.

I remember it was very cold and

I was in total despair

huddling at a table outside a closed University café 

dimly lit by an array of lonely lampposts 

reading some poems given by my course tutor

so bad and so sad

that I couldn’t say a thing.

You said nothing either 

but gave me a bowl of hot noodles 

that you cooked at your place of study. 

I devoured like a dog

Hungry for the food of truth and love

Which I got a real taste of it for the first time

In your presence 

That was probably the moment I fell for you.

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