In love with someone else,
I lay back not alone –
a blanket on a stone
underneath our elbows –
and looked without regret
at the end of day.
Whatever was to say
was already said.
Where the shoreline curved,
a single heron flew
slowly out of view.
She and I observed
a pointlessly opaque
twilight in the sky
over the idle eye
of a flat, gray lake.