they walk by holding hands
laughing
sometimes stopping
to steal a kiss
below the neon
of the city
and here I am
alone, watching
it would be easy to be bitter
but I'm happy for them
because I remember
how it felt
to have someone
to walk with
and it's beautiful, really
how we move in and out
of people's lives
temporary connections
can live forever
as long as we want
to remember