Like stepping onto the big screen.
Suddenly I’m Bergman meeting Bogey.
I wrap my trench coat around me, see
the woman in the shop window
wrap her coat around her. She
smooths her hair, stops once
to check her lipstick. Does everyone
know? Certainly, they can see
the manicured fingers shiver
as they tuck a stray hair behind
her ear. The dress, effort
of casualness that leaves her
slightly breathless. The store
where we meet is large
in front of me. I know he waits
inside. I just need to enter.