On the balcony Charlotte Cosgrove

Charlotte Cosgrove On the balcony

From the balcony I see you - Peek-a-Boo Or I think I do, or I want to. I close my eyes, breathe in (Like they do in the movies) And then search the streets below with my gaze You’re not there. I know that really. But I think that man with that jacket could be you. Maybe you walked into that coffee shop on the corner -

Right now they’re serving you. You’re getting out your wallet The one that used to hold my photograph. And as I’m standing on the balcony thinking this now Will you rub your finger, ever so delicately, Across the clear pouch where my face used to smile up at you And remember.