Wondering

How strange it seems
You should be where we last sat
In the dappled sun
Of late afternoon.

Cars moved slowly down the boulevard
Headed to suburban homes
While we leaned against the Parthenon
Home to Athena, and memories
Of whispers and glances.
We were like school children
Bashful and hesitant.

You wrote
You had returned
You were leaning against our wall
You missed me
You said.

Tell me
Was my shadow
Lingering in golden light?

I was wondering.
I have not cast one since.