Hour 1
I'm near a young couple
that reminds me of us,
when you and I became we.
They hold hands in the back row
as fishermen depend on fishing
line, but really, they're not
fooling anyone.
They sit close, touching heads
now and then, or kissing lightly
on the lips, mouthing
I love you, back and forth.
How young they are, I think,
and look for something else
to criticize.
Hour 2
I spend time noticing the shadow
of the chandelier on the wall, then
the reflection of its light
in the dark window,
and finally, the chandelier itself.
It's golden, golden
like you'd imagine the Golden
Gate Bridge to be
if you'd never seen it before,
and I remember, for a moment,
that you're colorblind.
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