How good to see you again.
Your smile from across the tableis the best garnish for this
pumpkin and carrot soup gone
cold over time. That joke
we laughed over long ago now
seems new again and funny,
so funny. Have we grown that old
already? All our shallow small
talk, tales, and tunes; what
have we really learned
from these nothings we swapped
to kill time and fill space?
How are you now? Tell me
about this newfound love you keep
smiling over. That café there
seems ideal for mulling over
love and other losses. I wish
I’d counted the number
of cups of coffee between us all
this time. They must be countless
as beats of heart and breaths of air.
I remember how there were less lines
on our faces. Time changed us, or
we changed time. In any case,
mine is running out. This is good, though.
I’m so glad to see you again.
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