I watched him wait in the sunlight

October had nearly passed

and the light had turned the whole world golden

I watched him wait on a bench in the golden sunlight

a majestic construction towering in the background

a rusty golden

I watched him wait for me on a bench in the golden light

his hair still dark but greying at the temples

his skin momentarily golden in the October sunlight

I watched him wait for me on a bench in the golden Paris sunlight

a rusty golden

I paused

took a mental picture of him on the bench in the golden October sunlight

with the Eiffel Tower in the background

He had remembered

Then I smiled and left