If We Had. . . and Truth be Known. . . .

Her grey hair was tied up
in a knot with an elastic band
with wisps circling her face.

Not neat in any way but
ends swinging as if the haircut
was long overdue but
her smile was now and
the joy present.
Her long coat swung,
circling her ankles.
His coat also swirled
close to the ground;
his beret rakishly setting
low on one brow.

His smile matched
the rakish set of his beret
and their hands linked to each other
swung happily between them.

I want to grow old like that,
I said and knew you saw them
as I did.  You grinned.
Like that you said and saw
they were happy, joy filled. 

We shed our stifling cocoons
for a time that day but
we did not grow old as
what we saw could be.

It could not anymore be yours
than mine.  If we had,
and truth be known,

I would have walked on water for you.

Heart art by  Veronica