At the traffic lights...

Under a streetlight,
Against waist high
Black steel railings,
I saw the person I used to know
Standing alone.
While I waited at the traffic lights.

Standing there contentedly,
Not playing on her phone,
Like so many of us do
To pass the time.
Just standing there,
Biting her bottom lip,
With a crooked half smile.

My memory filled in the rest,
Blue eyes that lit up with her smile,
Blonde hair that was softer
Than a childhood teddy.
A body that makes every marble statue,
In every gallery, in any country
Look average
At best .
And clothes that fit that body
So well.

I close my eyes,
For a second.
Check the lights,
Make sure they're still red.
Look back at the woman I used to know,
And realise
The person I used to be,
Has arrived.

Under a streetlight,
Against waist high
Black steel railings,
The person I should have been
Kisses the woman I used to know.

The light turns green.
The moment is over,
The woman I used to know
Doesn't even realise I was party to it.