9 Months Divorced

Jan. 2006, another year of hope,
And I run into Jerene exiting
Gould's Spa. I offer to buy
Her a coffee, and she accepts.
We two alone in the corner cafe,
We sit on-and-on, sipping,
Me staring as if to memorize
Her face. I ask if I make her
Uncomfortable. She says no,
Just wonders what I'm thinking...
She says I'm getting older,
I know it. To which I say, yes.
My mind runs back, through
The years. The face, the high
Cheekbones, the green eyes
That seized and held mine fast
As I gawked that first day
In the catacombs in Vienna.
So, so beautiful, even as
You have been each and every
One of these past thirty years.