In the car
Both of them ,close.
The woman with a Dog is watching them
I m watching them
Indifferent, within the storm of fractured words bustling around their heads.
The two were silent for a while .
an old familiar something tries to shape ,attempting to fill the void and they listen to each other's thoughts I suppose and I see it coming to happen between them and I m lost in the beauty of two old ones with glasses and wrinkles entangled at the corner of the street in the warm wet night in their white suffocating white car .
I barely see their lips moving .
Their Shirts blink white in the light of the lantern
Shirts are white
It's Saturday night and wet
Maybe They talk about love, kids or wives
their words were flushed towards the windshield and then reflected back to their lips doubling the load of whispers ,imagined in my brain .
The car is white just like their white shirts
But they kiss now and for being lost in the details I just I just I just missed that moment .