I Do. I Did. I Don't Poem by Francie Lynch

Sure they'll look, if so inclined,
And ask who's that person,
Or, this one, standing on the porch,
Idly watching the power workers.
Many raced past.

Who is that one in line at the No Frills,
Checking out his plumb tomatoes and thick-sliced bacon
Seemingly welll-attired, somewhat this side of elderly.
Who's the sandwich for?

When the Tribute bands play at the local Theatre,
He sits front row, balcony.

He rides through the park,
Walks someone's dog; sits on the towel,
Under cap and dark glasses.

Quit smoking. Quit the drink. All vices, they think.
He could use a hug. A tingly hug from a woman.
'Oh, what's his name? '
Better ask, 'What's her name? '
You know them.
I do.