Wednesday, October 17, 2007

if one day,
while crossing a street on a busy afternoon,
or sipping tea at a hip cafe,
we would meet, by chance,
amongst a sea of fleeting faces
and indifferent passersby.
forgive my looking surprised (for its been awhile).
nod (to let me know you're happy).
and i shall be content.
but tell me nothing
(for i do not want to know what i've missed).
and i will be on my way.

(with old wounds gaping new)