compass
Written by German Dario
Posted in Poetry
a couple waits at the abandoned bus stop
the man stands with his hands in his pockets
looking towards the sunrise behind
the apartment building
the woman sits with her hands clasped
between her legs
watching the rare car and breeze pass by
the distance between them
is a curtain of the unsaid
his too comfortable conversations
with the occasional coworker
her with the young teacher
having been left to deal alone
with the children’s schooling
all the moments where “no”
kept them steady
gather dust in the cluttered rooms
of memory
the man’s left hand comes out of his pocket
opens to receive her right hand
and they walk true north