Love Story?
She watched. Fingers linked with fingers in an easy hold Elated smiles upon both their faces They seemed to be without a care in the world With eyes only for each other. Yes, they were happy, They could not, in their happiness, See the woman standing alone Sadness in her deep eyes. To him, the past. To her, a stranger. And then, he beheld her. He willed himself to look away He could not afford to draw back Could not afford to stop And give her the gift of a smile. She willed herself to look away She could not afford to succumb now Could not afford herself The luxury of tears. They went their separate ways To meet nevermore Or so she thought Or so he hoped. But they did, years later, When young love’s sparkle had died out Older, wiser, more mature, But inside, still hurting. And the sight of each other Reopened old wounds Brought back memories They’d rather not remember. But now, by his side, An emptiness. By hers, A hus