2 lovers on a street

Coming home I saw two lovers on the street.

You could tell...you could trust.  There was no gap between them, they fit, they melded.  They molded into each other like a billion puzzle pieces finding a home.

They were not caring about my stare as I walked by...rather their eyes were full of each other, drinking in each other like an addiction that was being unleashed.

They may have been recent lovers...they may have been lovers of old.  But the aura and the tension of them was palpable.  Like a third rail electricity.  Like that copper smell when a transformer is over-heating.

I was in a wind, a cold draft that swept along the street that was filled with strangers...the homeless, the late workers, the dreary and the pale.  People were just blobs moving around me, colors muted and eyes averted.

But they were on a corner, like a bloom.  Like fresh pastels added to a black and white photograph.  They were honey to bees.

I remembered a line from a song that I had sent her..."and I ached for my heart like some tin man".  It was an emptiness, a wringing out of something wrought...a reveal.  Like she had plucked and removed a piece of me that only she could possess.  And when together she would politely place it in its proper place and make me whole...but she had to be there to do it...without her I was incomplete.

I watched these two lovers on the street and knew that they were whole.  I could see it in their bodies as they formed the shape of a question mark against each other.  They wrapped.  Immersed.  Their legs intertwined, in the cool of an evening.  They were probably warm.

They were police-siren reminders and tornado warning sounds to your absence.  The empty fuckingly empty space.

I walked past them, pretended to ignore them, hating them for the very image that I craved and could still faintly remember and could still conjure up but it still felt half-assed.

Simple fact was I needed you beside to restore.  But that wasn't happening for now.

I zipped up my coat and collected it around my throat as the evening had suddenly grown colder.