On my way home, I saw...

Two figures approach an impatient car
that breathed hot exhaust,
motioning for egress.
He stood gray--

Her sari, layers of spice.

Wavy black locks captive
While he bent to kiss her face,
Steely grief slammed the door, airtight.
She remained, watching him leave,
hand over her heart.

The car foreshortened as
She wiped her face of tears.
Her saffron pallu waved, lifted,

took flight
And because I had no place to hide
I saw her no more.