it could be love

there are no spots
in the lot, so I drive to the street.
to the church
and park there, then walk up.
it's warm.
no one is out.
one by one the lights
go down.
it's late, as I walk back home.
I remember
things I used to know
as true.
there is no forgetting, no
present without the past.
I see a couple kissing by
a dark car.
they embrace and whisper
into one another's ears.
it could be love,
or less.
who's to know anymore.
I avert my eyes, and move on.