Poetry

Under The Moonlight They stood hand in hand I could hear their gentle laughter I could hear their whispers They walked slowly with determination They were carefree with hesitation They sat on the same park bench, once a week, excited to see each other Like children on a playdate Their cars parked side by side Thinking they were being discreet He looking with love and devotion, always serious She with the eyes of a girl who found the meaning of true love The stranger watched from his balcony, the house with the view of the lake Smoking his pipe, a routine his wife of 40 years who did not approve But let it be because it made him happy Marriage is a hard work But it can work He should know he’s been there done that These two out there He knows what this is For many years he’s witnessed