Stand in line in the cool air
Only perfect people get in the way
Trees and flowers grow thick
On an empty patio lit by park lamps.
Fingers wrap around a bottle of beer
Talk is stunted but want to do better
Shadows on late evening skin, pen held awkwardly by a left hand
Wonder what it feels like, what it takes.
Thumb through the shelves, anything else to do
Don't drink coffee and just as expected, it’s too late anyway
A passenger with the best view
Music is soft enough to talk a little more.
The end is quick and in black and white
Ancient and unwelcomed memories and a tear or two
A clean face, warm socks, and familiar sounds
Should’ve been more like her or anyone else.