The stories old, all told and
encountered, wistful smiles of past
romance.
A familiar beginning to
lure in the ear, the catch of ages
soon beheld.
“And it was like
fate,” he said, “Stars lining
in place.
I saw her there and said
hello, but somehow that
became ‘Homework?'”
A rousing cry
rises from the friend,
I know it.
Gravely, amusedly, he
nods his head, and goes on
to finish the tale.
And having finished, we
laughed, our sorrows buried
but never removed.
We laughed awhile, shaking
heads with nostalgia,
memories.
We looked at each other
reflections of lovers past,
lost chances.
The sighs of old times
Dust of the years,
What ifs.
The table cleared
out now, we left
and we laughed.
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