LOVING

I was there

But they did not see me

They were waltzing

To music I could not hear

A tune of long ago

When they were young

I was listening

But they were unaware

As they conjured memory

Into a present moment

Of shared re-discovery

I was an audience

Unseen and unremembered

Watching my parents

Aged seventy-five

Falling in love again

Time-drifted

Forever young and in love

#LoveandPoetry