So long ago

Missing what once was.

A fleeting glance sends shivers, ghosts of shared touches. I lower my head, hair falling over my eyes, a cover. The sight of you is too much to bare. My breathing stops short, heart caught in my throat. I had envisioned this encounter many times before. We would awkwardly embrace each other, whispering small talk. Perhaps making promises of more to come. But, this? This is not at all what I expected. My limbs shake at thoughts of your body, a body that use to create a fire within mine. I turn to a puddle when I catch a glimpse into your green eyes. Part of me wants to reach out, reach out and grab the hand that fit into mine like a missing puzzle piece. Alas, I do not. I hide. I hide behind my veil of hair. I hide behind what use to be.


"Next time," I tell myself, "next time."