Old Man I See You

Old man I see you,
blue suit and bow tie
and hat placed neatly aside,
cradling your coffee,
an absentminded gaze
through the tall windows
and beyond
to the young passersby
in a hurry,
as you once were,
busily home to love
to soothe the withering day,
love that you once had
but has passed.

Old man I see you,
your eyes a fluid blue,
still,
wistful,
locked in memory,
bittersweet,
vivid,
that plays before you
to touch,
taste,
breathe,
a pas de deux of passion
eclipsed by time.

Old man I see you,
and you are not alone