What happens this autumn is beyond us.
I gaze through the smudged window;
an engagement party is underway.
The music is loud enough that I tap my
foot to the beat.
The couple held hands.
Unassumingly, I clasped my wife’s
Tears spread my cheeks,
observing the endless
embraces and smiling faces.
It was me who I saw.
Five years ago,
faulty brakes wrapped Autumn’s car
around a telephone pole.
What happens next could be a new you.
Like you, standing next to me, we should
embrace whatever happens next.
(© 2022 AC)