When love chills


Out for a late lunch and so were they,

a perfect family in a corner, facing the bay.

But the imperfections showed in their eyes.

Hers had long lost their sparkle; living lies.


It’s not the first time that I’ve perceived

that faraway look. Can it be retrieved,

the love that surely resided in their hearts

before vows crumbled into isolated parts?


Her eyes held weariness and sorrow captive

in an aging face that was once very attractive.

He nursed his beer, doubtless about its taste,

a scowl crossed his face, somberness-laced.


Had they quarreled or was this just a sign

of a love that had long lost its gleaming shine?

It’s not the first time I’ve seen such desolation

dining out together with very little conversation.


I wonder what happens to marriages like this

when couples feel empty, forgotten their first kiss.

Going through the routines like a clock in machine

even with the blessing of children in between.


As they stand up to leave and pay their bill

I toast to us and take another Sangria refill.

An unsettling sandstorm rolls across the shore

as I join in the laughter behind that closed door.

7 thoughts on “When love chills

    1. I will not comment on your comment except to say that I was dying to post the picture of the jug of Sangria which my 14 year old daughter took. Problem is I had to edit this family out of the picture and their morbidity struck me. Felt compelled to write about it as a fact of life…. If it’s not this,it’s Ipads and cell phones destroying good conversation.

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