This is a sonnet I wrote while out taking a walk one lunchtime during December 2006. When I got back to the office all I had to think about while transcribing it was the punctuation:
In our past lives we'd known each other well,
A fate we both recalled when first we met
this time around. You rang a little bell
behind your back, and voiced a small regret
about the flight you had to catch at noon.
We quickly found a luxury hotel,
and set our trusty calendars to June:
Remembrance of things past, or show and tell?
Since we might never once more chance to while
away some lazy hours, and then flee --
How can I be the one to dare defile
Pandora's Box, when you still have the key?
We'll keep our crowns and shields beneath the covers,
And remain, in the end, approximate lovers.