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 these two
These two are what you call forbidden love
The love that cannot be
But only cherish, but kept in a box, hidden on a shelf, in a closet
But only shared between the two of them
In secret
Stolen kisses
Empty promises
Hopeful words
Captured moments
An escape
For if it was really true love
Would they still be here
On borrowed time
Under the moonlight…
