Tomorrow

We walked out into the chilly night
Across a crowded parking lot,
I was walking you to your car,
We hadn't discussed it really,
We'd just started walking
And I was looking for your car,
Holding your hand
Closely, but gently
Your hand was there, with mine,
But it wasn't quite squeezing mine.
Yet.

Groundhog Day

A long winter, this,
The sun was out for a few days
And then retreated
It's morning and I'm in a suburban coffee shop
I don't drink coffee
But it was where you were,
And we were talking quietly
Amidst people buying coffee, scones, preparing for work,
I held your hand and it was warm
But felt somehow fragile
And we stole 25 minutes that way
And went back to our days,
You kissed me by your car
Quietly, softly, twice,
And then you were gone,
And I drove to the office under a grey sky
But it was okay,
Spring is coming.