Watching him watching
Quincy reruns, Hershey's Kisses
By his elbow, she sees--not the
Striated gray combed across
His dented skull, not the belly
Sliding steadily toward his lap,
Nor the way his mouth now turned
Down at the corners--but
The shiny wave of raven hair
That touched his brow,
The firm shoulder her hand
Rested on when dancing,
And the sparkle in the
Blue, blue eyes of this man
Who, for thirty-seven years,
Walked through the door
With a wink and a smile,
At 6 p.m. sharp,
like clockwork.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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