intellectual intimacy
Feb 23, 2023
a car stops next to ours while the traffic light turns red
a couple in their fifties,
the man on the wheel looks on ahead
the woman next to him sits with ease
book in one hand, and a pen in the other
I gaze a second too long, to find out what she sees
a soft smile escaping his lips, I uncover
she’s reading to him a story, a poem
ever so often he nods and glances at her
the light turned green, we took right for home
weeks turned to years and years to decades
old and grey, hand in hand we roam
in our 70s now with hearing aids,
he reads to me on a park bench before the day fades
