I can see him
with her strolling
(a kiss underneath
the ‘don’t walk’ sign).
the night is cloudy
the drizzle cool.
I can see them
driving around
(touch of the hands
at the red light).
the highway clear
the ride smooth.
I can see the two
arguing, shouting
(a forgiving hug given
in a place called home).
the room is empty
the tears dry.
I can see them
dream of gowns
(smiling to and for
each other in the restaurant).
the coffee is cold
the table small.
I can see all this
the colors the scenes
feelings held within his eyes
(but I am with her).
the night is clear
the ride smooth.