I Watched Poem by Shelly Price

I drove to the end of the familiar street,
turned left instead of right,
drove up one block,
slowed to exactly the right spot,
stopped,
between two trees,
engine still running.
I watched.
Barely visible,
I could see the yellow house with green trim,
on the corner lot.
It's manicured lawn,
pruned fruit trees,
wooden mailbox by the street,
all called out to me.
I watched.
Not a blink,
afraid of what I might not see,
rushing thoughts invaded me.
Statuesque,
fear pounding,
heart beat after heart beat,
shallow breathes escaping my lungs.
Frozen,
I watched,
as a car turned into the driveway
of the yellow house with green trim,
on the corner lot.
Not breathing,
she got out of the car first,
walking through the open door of the garage into the house.
Then the driver got out,
grabbed something from the back seat,
walked away,
through the open door of the garage into the house.
Heart sunk,
tears welled,
slowly sliding down my cheeks.
Eyes blurry,
I watched.
Nothing.
Broken,
distraught,
driving away from exactly the right spot,
between two trees.
I watched the yellow house with green trim,
on the corner lot,
fade away through my rear view mirror.
Leaving me to wonder,
who the woman was,
with the man I love,
going into his yellow house with green trim,
on the corner lot?