Don't Ask Me Why

An old man and woman

   sit down at the table to my left.

   They pull out the chess board

        and play a game.

I can’t help but feel as if they are her and I in a different timeline. Don’t ask me why. 

It was probably inappropriate, but I snapped a picture of the adorable old couple, just in case I want to share these two with my ex. But she and I don’t even text. 

The table must’ve been wobbly,

   because they move their game and coffee over to the next table, 

      and tip over the other table, turning it on its side.

The old man leaves and comes back with tools.

      He quickly fixes the wobbly table with a proud smirk. 

And I can’t help but feel as if these two are her and I in a different timeline . . . Don’t ask me why . . .

I am so hungry for life with her. 

I am starving.

All I want during my time alive

is to spend it with her,

growing old together.

But we piss away time like it isn’t fleeting. 

The old man takes his ladies hand in his,

and with love in their eyes,

they leave. 

And I can’t help but feel like those two are her and I in a different timeline . . . Don’t ask me why. 

CH 2/9/26