On a breezy summer day
I walked with grim purpose down an alley
Green with the leaves of the season
To the soundtrack of a small army
Of screaming children.
Despite all the energy around me
My legs seem to move through molasses,
Protesting against today’s grim purpose.
Raven hair in the distance;
Hair I had see on a hundred nights
Splaying a sable fan on the pillow,
Black strands mirroring the branches of
Oak trees that frame the road.
Couldn’t smell it from here,
The hint of lavender stayed with me
Long after the scent left my nostrils.
Even now I could remember its silken touch,
As the breeze whipped it into a frenzy
Covering her face. But still
I knew it was her.
It’s odd what you remember. The
Way someone sits, might as well be a signature,
Or holds their head when they’re sad,
How their legs cross, and when they’re anxious
The top one bobs like a metronome,
Bouncing to a nervous tune.
Even her hands. Still too far away to really see them, but
Still I knew how they would be. Thumb gently stroking
The skin on the left, as it clenched the small carrier bag
With knuckles clenched white-hot around the handle.
I hadn’t even noticed the approach.
A few feet now, her daydream lifts
As the headphones fall from her ears.
“How are you?
(I’m not going to tell you)
I’ve missed you, you know”
(Stay silent, it’s easier)
Small talk now, how’s uni?
How’re you holding up?
As always, I brought up the issue
“Here are your things”
(This conversation is over.)
Walking away I know she is
Hazel eyes like the bark
Either side of me.