They must have been walking to work,

her neck caught in the crook of his elbow,

stretching her legs to match his stride,

and that blurry smile.

His hand dangling in front

breast-high, as if to -

Was that a wandering eye?

Separate ways at the corner.

He drew her in

for a kiss

good-bye.

Walking away,

she didn’t see him,

swipe a thumb across his lips

And lick it.