Where the ducks go in wintertime

I was seeing this guy

And he showed me around town,

His town, he even knew

Where the ducks go in wintertime.

I was new in town

And curious to know

Every hidden corner.

He was handsome and tall

And I asked him to jump

Into the icy pond.

I would if he did, I said,

And tossed his vigorous shoulder,

Just a little, it was a joke

But I was serious about it.

He laughed and watched the swans

Passing by. Taking each other’s hands,

Still kind of shy, we continued walking

Down the road, believing

It would be forever

For the next couple of months.

We were so young

And didn’t know better.

How should we have known.

Maybe we should have jumped.