Missed Opportunites

They step outside for their evening walk The first since the end of a bitter winter. So much to say, but neither speak Birds join in vespers Liquid sounds and trills punctuated by staccato riffs fill the silence As the sun sets, the horizon is striped with layers of azure, tangerine and scarlet. They gaze at the beauty, not turning their heads The night is sultry. Languid, warm winds give no relief form the heat Too hot to get close. Solar dragonflies along the driveway lead them home They enter and close the door without realizing the opportunities that were forfeited. The chance to say "I'm sorry" The moment to see love in each others' eyes. The perfect time for a forgiving kiss. Not understanding that "not ready" ofter becomes "too late"