"Saturday Night at the Flood Zone Bar and Grill" by Margaret A. Cassedy

Am I the only one who sees

The way she glances at him when she thinks 

No one is looking?

Am I the only one who sees

The way his hand lightly brushes her back

When he first passes behind her in the crowded bar?

Am I the only one who sees 

The flush of pink on her cheeks 

And the knowing smile on his lips

When his hand lingers longer the next time he sidles by?

Am I the only one who sees

How her eyes and his meet

And hold for just a heartbeat too long 

For two people who are “just friends”?

Am I the only one who sees 

Him whisper briefly into her willing ear

As he buys her one more whiskey

And the bartender announces last call?

Am I the only one who sees

How her unguarded gaze follows him

When he leaves by the side door, without a backward glance,

And she finishes her drink in one smooth gulp, then slips out too?

Am I the only one who sees,

In the shadows of the back parking lot, 

Two hazy outlines in the dim streetlight -

His truck, parked so close to hers?

Am I the only one who sees 

Two silhouettes merge into one?

Does anyone else see -

Or is it just me?