the last call crowd found me
gazing, through the window, outside.
last time here i gazed at you,
no interest in the passersby.

but things change;
glad your dad’s doing better
- unlike that night
when you were frightened
by uncertainty,
and nothing pleased me
more than simply
being
             there
                          for you.

cresting Ben Franklin,
taut lips melt into a smile
for unknown reasons.