The park bench was a respite
on an autumn day
of bright sunlight and its warming glow.

She approached, dress softly clinging
just above the knee, radiant as the sun.
Asked if the seat was taken.

Uh, no, I stammered, stunned
by her handsome womanly quality
and drift of perfumed shoulder.

We exchanged polite amenities.
The day sped by, conversation deepened.
Souls met on that autumn day.

Harmonious, her and I,
understanding each other.
Respect, and then perhaps, infatuation.

Her husband came.
The 'pair' left.
One looking back with a melancholy smile
which I sadly returned.

And I sat on the park bench
warmed by the sun
and wondered what might have been.