It was a little past 11 am on a Saturday morning in mid February
My bodys' alarm clock usually woke me up around 9 but I had been up until 4 a.m. fretting about some shit that happened at work the previous day
Snow blanketed the Brooklyn streets, offering a quietness, a stillness, although very brief
The sound of shovels scraping concrete disrupted my sleep
I arose with an air of irritation because it was my day off, and it was TOO early for that shit!
The noise seemed to be getting closer and closer to my house so I sat up to look out my bedroom window
My neighbor from 2 doors down was to blame for the disruption
With a yellow shovel in hand, he eagerly removed snow from the sidewalk and tossed it into the street
Moments after he created a clear path, exposing the concrete underneath, a woman walks out of the house
Her left hand was filled with reusable tote bags and what looked like a jacket draped over right arm
Her right hand gripped a hot cup, presumably with coffee or tea inside
She stops in front of him
Close to his face
They exchange words
They kiss
I let out an “awww” to myself, now invested in my neighbors love life!
She begins walking down the clear path made by my neighbor, heading toward her car
Neighbor scurries in an effort to get ahead of her, opening the driver door
He then opens the back door so she can free her right hand of the items that had been weighing them down
They kiss again, except now she’s able to embrace him
They share the kind of “I’ll miss you hug”
Not like “I’ll see you later on tonight” but "I’ll see you soon, a few weeks maybe”
My heart starts to melt in a similar fashion as the snow on the windowsill I’m watching them through
She gets in and starts the car, letting it warm up
She leaves the driver door open
He holds on to the door,
holding on to the moment
They exchange words for a few minutes
Snow slips down the front windshield
The car seems warmed up
He leans into the car and they kiss once more before he closes her door
He walks away with hesitation
A sadness in his posture, not filled with sorrow but with a hope for her return
He picks the shovel back up and proceeds to help out a neighbor
Maybe, they need to clear a path for a lover too
About the Creator
Keys Will
Poetry is my first love, my first language! With 20+ years on this poetic journey as a Spoken Wordsmith, Lyricist and published author, I enjoy sharing my gift with the world and digesting the messages crafted by fellow poets.
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