I Was Late Getting There

I was late getting there and I missed the sunlight that shone on the table where we met you enjoyed its warmth on your face and the glass of wine glistened that you held in your hand the olive texture of your skin the red dress you wore , the purple ring the yellow ribbon in your hair a coalition of color radiated by the sun creating an aura around you I was late getting there and I missed the way you touched my face as you looked at me intently as if no one else existed and you said let’s make these moments count now tell me about your day and I remembered how you made me feel your laughter at my inane jokes you seemed so sincere I was late getting there and I saw you with another man and the last words I heard you say as I exited the other door was let’s make these moments count now tell me about your day