I hadn’t cried for years – until I saw you
Same face, more skeletal and the clothes made for you
You touched my jacket and my bag – I couldn’t hug you back
I offered coffee, you were late.
You’ve finished your book, well done.
Beat me to it.
You’d been at a meeting, was it for your past
The one we once shared
Bonnie and Clyde, Hindley and Huntley, Kurt and Courtney
You and I
I gave you my my number on my card
Drop me an email. I’m sorry.