We look at each other
Awkwardness written on our faces
Unsure if we should be hugging
As we usually would have done
Each one waiting for the other
To make the first move.
Neither of us do.
A few embarrassing seconds pass
Too late for the hug now.
“Been a long while, all’s well?’
I nod.
She nods.
We nod with assumed concern
At our replies.
“You’ve put on weight.”
“You haven’t changed much.”
“Come shopping?’
“No, yes, well…yes.”
A heavy pause hangs between us
The years of misunderstanding.
“All’s well?”
Smile
Smile
Pause
Pause
Then,
“I need to be going. Drop in sometime.”
“Yes, getting late. Sure will.”
The heaviness…
Our feet are leaden.
“Do you think about me?”
I want to ask.
My tongue is leaden.
She makes the first move
She always did, she always could
“Bye.” My tongue is still leaden.
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