One Day

One day,

When your paths cross again

Both of you might exchange 

A smile, a handshake, an embrace,

Or all of three.

Hurried...awkward,

He will ask about your life

Without him in it,

All the while looking for traces 

Of the gaping void,

Left behind by each, in each.

And at the end of those heart pounding minutes,

After uttering forced casual goodbyes,

Each will wish to steal a last glance from behind

But each will walk on the eyes levelled ahead,

For you both know

Looking back is of no use 

Because turning back is no more an option.

And with those slow footsteps,

And the mind remembering the old laughter and tears,

And he will tell himself, like he told you

That he is happy, you look good

And much like you told him, you will tell yourself,

That you are happy for him.

But all those defences will be washed away,

When suddenly it will start to pour,

And in the end looking up to the skies,

You both will admit,

That you'd been happier before.