A petite blonde gives her beau a lingering hug in the street; br she is leaving him and i can feel the bittersweetness of their parting. br br An elder couple, hand-in-hand, wait to cross the avenue br that separates Acres Park from their home. br br A man and his wife, push their baby in a stroller br beside sunlit grass, and wildflower meadows. br br It makes my heart ache to see such beauty; to acknowledge that love br comes out of the woodwork to nail together a ship-wrecked society. br br I have no desire to be them, but rather to watch them— br these lovers in the park on a Sunday afternoon— br br and wonder about their lives: how they met, how they stay together, br how they work through sensitive life material. br br These lovers in the park on a Sunday afternoon br stay adoringly young in each other's eyes, br br trampling across my heart, br leaving tiny footstamps br like children's prints in the sand.br br S.J.