Small Townhouse

Small Townhouse…

In their porch of a small townhouse

Every evening I would see a lady sitting with her spouse

Her husband was old and frail

She too was not in a very good shape

They would be sipping coffee

And smiling at everybody

Who passed by on their front boulevard road

Sometimes even a wave to those who slowed

I could always their gesture duplicate

And silently we would communicate

Then a few days and weeks went pass

When their absence I could not surpass

I took the courage to get to their door

Wanted to be sure they were fine and more

The old gentleman saw me standing on the stairs

Opened the door looking inquisitively down the stairs

Smiled at me and so did his wife

Peeped from the door behind

A pleasant surprise they greeted me with

I was a bit nervous with what I did

But the human bonding with my unknown friends

Needed no words or phrases or pretends

The emotions weaving the joyous threads

Transporting silently my concerns for them

Time flew and our bonding grew

My unknown friends no longer new

The vocabulary we both now use

'Old, Close friends' never to lose.