Orange light glows above the doors.
An orange slice floats in his blue moon.
It only it weren't so complicated.
She scans the letters on the bar menu.
His fingertips trace small letters on her back.
If only he weren't leaving.
Eyes dilate in the dim light
and light up with fascination.
If only it had been earlier
or later.
Music and muffled voices fill ears.
Where had the last two hours gone?
If only she could forget him.
She laughs. He smiles. Her cheeks warm.
She smells his cologne. He sips his beer.
If only he didn't give her that look.
