The Wait Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The Last time I saw Will he had that tan cap on.
His windbreaker was also tan only slightly lighter
His tan well creased impeccable trousers
His fresh beige socks slightly showing
Over simple, black, comfortable, and practical shoes

He was looking over his shoulder at me
Smiling with a newspaper tight under his arm
His well trimmed full stache lifted by a grin
His cheeks rose beneath round spectacles
Large black trusting eyes cut through me

He thought it was a mistake as they escorted him
Keeping a peaceful innocent smile, certain I would help
How polite he was in accommodating these strangers
Making sure to wash and dry the stranger's cup in his sink
That haunting memory remains with me after oh so many years
I believe beyond a doubt that he is waiting for me still