You

I saw you,

today.

At the very table of our favorite restaurant.

Surrounding was vociferous.

But your calm was interminable. You were untouched.

Your smile,

It was the same infectious smile. Exactly same. Contagious. Engaging.

The cowlicks

were exactly in the middle of your forehead as they were used to.

Those cheekbones

still shine, when a beam of sunshine falls on it.

Those curves

of your lips still make me go crazy.

You still run your fingers over your head, just to check your hairs are on point or not.

Still touch your biceps

and flaunt them like you are going for a fit look magazine photo-shoot.

And your long legs still don't fit under the table.

But you didn't whine about it, today.

I think, because I was not there to listen to you.

I remember you never checked anyone out, just the left side of your table.

I guess, I am still the prettiest girl to you.

You can never change.

Not even a bit. Probably never will.

I was watching you,

on the other side of your table. And The mirror reflection said it all.

I still love your dimples.

They were perfect.

You kept staring at the plate, for quite a long time.

I didn't understand

why.

Were you waiting for someone to join or lost in your thoughts?

Or you were searching for me?

Well, I could never know.

There was a nudge on your table.

Waiter asked - Sir, do you need something else? You nodded no. He slipped away.

You took a deep breath.

Kept your right hand on your heart.

Looked beside

your empty chair.

Smiled.

Averted your eyes and started juggling with your plate.

The spoon, the fork, the food and

YOU.

Glad I had taught you some table etiquette.

But, You are still a kid.

Even today, you don't know how to eat all by yourself.

Oh! When are you gonna learn?

Somehow you managed to finish your food and was about to leave.

The restaurant owner asked - Sir, today you are alone.

It's been two years I am seeing you.

You said, time changed and so does everyone.

He was perplexed

and faked a smile.

You walked away hunching your

shoulder with your little mooney walk. I was watching you fading away.

I wish I could have stopped you that day or today.

I did not have that courage to say that we were wrong.

Very wrong.

Why did love leave us

when we had traveled these lengths together.

Why we forgot to love each other.

Why we don't talk anymore?

When we still love each other.

We were perfect.

Just perfect.

I wish I could have walked

with you holding your hand through that door leaving behind

all the secrets, lies and grudges we had.

We could have tried to be US.

Just us.

Like the way we used to.

Only us.

Do we still love each other?

Do I?

I don't know.

Probably I could never know.

Never.