Teary eyes
of the bar
rise to let a stranger in.
It’s ok to miss a love
that was as if never there like
the brunches and walks in the parks
the “I love you’s” never heard
the “Me, too’s” never said.
Past is behind
the Indiana corn fields in
the house of seven gables
which gave one last look
smiled to the camera lens and
froze with all the memories of
work, loneliness, after hours, away
from New Jersey food and friends.
You can never go back
to put the brick missed in
the wall
collapsed
but you can
take it to the fit planet
look far into the future
down the shore
across the ocean
Sicily, Greece, and Spain.
Kindness has long arms
that reach far to pick you up
when you are by your old self
and young days are gone;
it’s gonna be ok.