The crowd parted, and I saw you again.
After how many years? I need not remember.
Your hair has a hint of grey, your smile
Now form lines under your eyes.
You spot me, and your smile fades.
What is it that I see in your eyes?
Regret? Pity? Perhaps admiration.
Someone introduces us again.
Your job title changed,
As did my surname.
He jokes that I write about lost love
Despite having everything I ever dreamt of.
You look at me with a weary smile.
I pretend not to recognise you.
We greet each other in single syllables.
He leaves us alone in awkward silence
Amidst a crowd chattering and mingling
We draw our eyes away, then stare back.
~ Suranya
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