One Dark Night Long Ago... (A re-write)

She thought
he may have cared
once long ago,
she remembered the wide, dark
entry she had to pass
en route from the bus stop to home.
She would imagine
Something dark waiting to leap out at her,
he would laugh ,
with shining eyes,
saying “silly girl”

Later, one moonless night
after he kissed her goodnight,
she left him to run home.
Reaching the entry,
she moved up a gear
her heel caught, sparked,
she fell, along with a squeal from her lips.

He heard, came running,
helped her gently to her feet.
His gallantry made him miss the last bus
and he had to walk home that night.
Now years later, reflecting,
it popped into her mind
the ‘something dark’
she had been waiting for
with such trepidation had actually caught her.