On a stone seated
below the steel canopy
she sends an email from her iPad,
Across a 2000 miles divide.
A lady has many partners
But only one lover!
Tears slide down and streak her cheeks;
Grime the smooth surface of the tab,
cracked nail polish tells a tale of neglect?
Yet she smiles,
Couples move purposefully,
glancing curiously as she painfully hints a smile.
She is on guard, proud
I am not alone just waiting;
he will be here soon,
just let me be.
She gathers her skirts -
the rustle is comforting,
The warmth of the iPad
is a consolation;
the sent report a satisfaction,
her lover is close as it were.
I travel the road less travelled
I choose the untrodden path.
Unshod, my feet do fly as my thoughts
soar, and fly before the email hits…
Lover here I am, just out of the door.
Won’t you unlatch your soul?