watching the lovers,
the streetlights casting silhouettes against the concrete
while my mind and heart stray to another time,
another place where that was us,
finding in the other a passion deep and longing,
a thirst, need, and hunger to sample the unknown,
to revel in the timelessness of an embrace,
where clocks don't matter and
the rest of the world can vanish with a single electrifying touch.
i remember when we could experience that thrill,
before we took each other for granted,
and learned to hide what we were feeling under polite nods and grins.
it was pure, then,
uncomplicated, and driven by nothing other than the moment;
a silhouette there for a moment and gone when the lights go out.