We hadn’t thought about this day,
until later when he would stroll past
while we were in love,
he didn’t pause, only a smile,
as he imagined this was our afternoon,
the manner we always held one another,
always in love,
embrace, entwined together
in our own adult-like living space.
This was our symbolic restitution
for not understanding the depth of who
just who we might be thinking that we were,
are, could possibly have been.
In the eyes of an observer, he was fooled,
as were we all, or perhaps our naivete
needed more patience than that we allowed.