the reunion.

we met, we said hello, we shared a table,
unexpectedly.
we talked about things.
yes, we remembered everything.
like how much sugar you poured into your coffee,
or how i liked whipped-cream on my ice chocolate.
you smiled,
i laughed.
all the good years behind,
repeating at once.
i caught a glimpse: you were staring at me.
like you used to do every time you told your dreams.
i knew what that means.
but i did not have to remind you:
we sit across each other now,
with someone else beside us.