I saw them four in the room

Two of which I was not sure

 

She laughed at his joke

Once

Twice

And a third time

Making sure her fingers intertwined with his

Stroking softly on the tips of his nails

Leaving trails of herself behind

 

There one stood

All alone

Back and forth

Back and forth

His footsteps

One in front of the other

Over the other

With nowhere to go

And nowhere to be

 

I clearly heard

Her fingers pressing on the buttons

Caressing her cellphone

Her eyes as blue as the ocean

Ever so slightly looking up

To wonder when she will become

Someone with one