Tall and Slim like an aged apple
his strong hand grasps her frail one
two twinkling orbs glazed with
liquid, soak in his comfort
gently at first.
then more aggressively.
as if to swing out the present
as if to forget
the swing is plastic and white
overlooking green lawns.
falsely manicured, lying blades,
mimicking the everyday
he looks out—
as she mumbles to herself,
random discombobulated words that
pull hot tears from his eyes.
she rises from the cold hard seat
and moves with the uncertainty
of a child
he remembers their plans and dreams,
“someday I’ll retire and we’ll have forever”.
he returns her to the white clad youth,
and walks to his car alone.