Old Couple

She’s seated by the window,
where the clouds cast shadows
from the dusk light. She taps

at her phone’s keypad, probably
to remind her lover lost
amidst heavy traffic, I am still

here. She stands up and leaves
her valuables on her seat.
I look at them from afar.

She returns from the restroom
and it seems that her make-up
has been washed off. She looks at

her phone, then at the sky. The moon
is an ethereal smile, glowing
amidst the creeping dark.

She stands up and leaves
while I open the door for her.