Watching him
*******
makes me glad.

I don’t.

She was my twelve thirty girl
on the twelve thirty bus
I shouldn’t have seen her
I was due at ten
I didn’t talk
she didn’t mind
just lay back and closed her eyes
through the music
I wandered
wondered  who she was.

It didn’t matter
two hours gone
when the music stopped
I still spoke none
by that time it was almost one forty.

Tonight was just like the movies.

Two lovers wandering in their world together
Needing no other to help them along.
They had all they needed in love from each other
But that was when things started to go wrong.

I was there; you were not close by my side
Disappeared? I searched and shouted and cried
Then I remembered it was just as they say -
Like the movies and never meant to be that way.

They shared a meal  
an evening
and a glass of wine
with conversation of pleasant things
fond memories
and she told him
about when she was young
and how she used to push her hair behind her ears
before she became paranoid
that this would make them stick out.
He knew what she meant.
Later
when she was asleep
curled up tight in the position of a child
he stroked her face
cloaked in beauty
and played with her hair, pushing it behind her ears.
Then he stopped.
He didn’t want to be
he couldn’t be
he wasn’t ready to be
a father.

I didn't think when I kissed you
it would make me miss you
quite like this.