Eighteen Years

One lonely evening I drive
All the while pondering about life.
I chose another way
One longer than the highway.

I sat in the car,
Thinking how love leaves scars.
The engine let out a great roar,
In unison the white birds soar.

As I was there, tapping my fingers,
I saw a couple, and my stare lingers.
They stood side by side
Ignoring time and tide.

She was telling him something,
And though I couldn’t hear a thing,
He was smiling,
As she was confiding.

He beheld her like a toy,
She blushed rose-red, showing her coy.
I felt their joy,
And sourness filled till it cloys.

The sun descended, and basked the couple,
Golden rays enveloped them, mostly the upper.
A wind blew suddenly, and her hair danced accordingly.
He reached out to opportunity, and stroked them neat and tidy.

I pull my eyes away,
The end is my survey.
Such a thing I cannot understand,
For my time is trickling like sand.

I hear a voice within, asking when it shall be me.
It demands an answer, to when will it be.
Yet a solution I cannot offer,
Till then I must suffer.

I stole one last look,
At the happy couple’s book.
I saw her hand he took,
And together they retreated to their nook.