One day
When your paths cross again
Both of you might exchange
A smile, a handshake,an embrace
Or all of the three..
Hurried,awkward..
Vaguely reminiscent
Of their past versions
Much like those dregs and embers
That seem nothing like
the warm coffee and the glowing fire
they once used to be.
He will ask about your life
Without him in it
And you will ask about his,
with her in it.
All the while looking for traces
Of the gaping void
Left behind by each,in each.
Covered now by fancy golden leaves of nostalgia,
For both know of it being irreplacable
For both know of it being a poignant trap.
And at the end of those few heart-pounding minutes
After uttering forced casual goodbyes
Each will wish to steal a last glance from behind
But like a parent dragging their child away from the candy shop
Each will walk on,eyes levelled ahead
Your mind the parent,your heart forever the child
For you both know,
looking back is of no use
Because turning back is no more an option.
And with those slow footsteps
And the mind ziplining through old laughters and tears,
And he will tell himself,like he told you,
That he is happy you look good
For he wants to rid himself of that heavy guilt
And much like you told him,you will convince yourself
That you're happy for him
For you want to shrug off the final scraps of jealousy.
But all those defences will be washed away
When suddenly it will start to pour
And in the end,looking up to the skies
From underneath your umbrella
And from beneath his dripping helmet
you both will admit,
for you can never lie to the rain,
That you'd been happier before.