POETRY: For Andrew and What Could Have Been

I kissed you
once
in the yellow light
from the church
on the edge
of the traffic circle
our eyes closed
or at least
mine were
our mismatched hands
pressed together
in prayer
our feet turned
to roots in
the concrete and
our shadows
merged together
on the exact spot
where our paths
would be forced
to diverge
if we both were
walking home
alone