Terrible, Terrible Poem by TMA

That first time
At the Post Office
(Of all places)
I pushed you up against the boxes
My arms around your waist –
Then that man came to check his mail
And we hurried out, blushing and grinning
And you said I was terrible, terrible…

That time
In the library
(Of all places)
I cornered you between some shelves
Of Shakespeare and Wordsworth
Then that angry librarian came
And pinched, and scolded, and ejected
And we hurried out, red-faced and smiling
And you said I was terrible, terrible…

That other time
In the back of the bus
(Of all places)
You sat at the window
But had eyes only for me
Then the conductor came around
And eyed us disapprovingly
So we hurriedly got off, embarrassed and giggling
And you said I was terrible, terrible…

Then that last time
At the airport
We snuck away from the party
That had come to see you off
You stood there, crying
You looked so beautiful
And then you had to go, red-eyed and heartbroken
Still you whispered that I was terrible, terrible…

And all I could think of
Is how I would miss you terribly…