she re-enters
from time to time
for milliseconds
she comes,
embraces me with
a friendly kiss on the cheek,
a polite hello,
a comment on how different I look.
there is a
friendly recognition
in our eyes
the guarded kind
of warmth of
old lovers who
parted badly
i want to
know what is
there, now,
is there
anything
there
in that
embrace
is there a
moment
of forgetting
the love
is over?
it happens,
yes, it happens
sometimes
one-sided or
mutual
it happens,
i’m sure,
it happens,
i know.
narinda heng 