Before I Forget
Before I forget
what he looks like walking past me, shoulders hunched
Wearing the blue-gray jacket, ill-fitting, his
Silver grey hair cut too short again, makes him look like
A Young Republican 63 next month.
His body moving past says he sees me sitting on this bench just
Feet away. Courthouse door flies open and he is there and gone, turn right
And down the sidewalk like we never existed.