Waiting

He would watch her all the way down the street. Knowing she was walking toward him. For him. To be with him. He loved her more than he would admit. But he knew he couldn't have her. Oh, she was his now. But not for long. Soon she would gone. Back up north. To her other life. The one she wouldn't share with him. He didn't mind that she wouldn't talk about it. He understood.

Day after day that summer he waited on the stairs by the pool. Watching the street. Waiting for her.

Fast forward ten years. She was there, at his door. She looked exactly the same as she had all those years ago. She couldn't stay long. She wanted to go get something to eat, and visit for awhile, but she had to run get cleaned up first.

He said he would get ready and meet her at the stairs.

And one last time, he watched her walk down the street toward him. And he smiled.