I ordered my coffee, as I had time and time before,
Expecting the same, needing nothing more.
As I scanned the room, a familiar face caught my eye—
Everyone, everything disappeared, just you and I.
It had been two months but seemed much less,
And yet, a lifetime, I must confess.
The small talk was unfulfilling, nowhere near what I yearned,
But I felt the tension, so I simply turned.
I walked out the door, my mind replaying the scene,
Putting forth all my strength to leave without being seen.
My body is tense, I am nervous, unsure what’s in store—
Shall we remain strangers and forget all that came before?
Going On 40 