Not There

In morning light shining so bright in warming air and gentle breeze as I did go on morning errand my eyes did a light on a intriguing sight feminine form soft full curves attired so best to be displayed full rounded curves barely contained their movement did so catch my eye swaying hips and legs so long a face that said she could be mine an arm reached out with casual air as if to say nothing was there the hand did hold the handle of the stroller in which a baby laid somehow I knew and was quite sure the child was hers a lesson unlearned that she did seek another man to lay with and seek joy and I did continue by with shaking head and sad smile