Imaginary Silver Ride

I imagine the scudding silver

of the rental car, zip across

the Golden Gate Bridge.

Had I been there tonight,

we would have held hands.

Stopped to look down

Into the starlit Bay.

The place we wanted to be

in youths that have long passed

The dreams that were meant 

not to be. Yet I caught glimpses

now and again, through eyes

of love and loss, in morning fog

and the against cloudless cerulean.

I imagine you past the other end

bridge of gold behind you, the 

silver dart of what remains ahead

of our lives in the last half.