A day had gone without saying the words.
we knew what he was thinking while changing
pavements. What he would tell over the phone
at one of those booths, we knew. We should have
smiled and forgotten that lone day of youth.
Lost voice from an afternoon of past summer.
We should not have taken a second peek.
He told her about his new job at the
Store and then fell silent as usual.
No proposal for any golden day.
The young man stepped out of the phone booth,
counted his changes and obliterated
among us who had grown into a
generation of war prone, love starved and