Her lunch was forgettable
It had been three days
Since she had been back to work
And yesterday
Had brought back memories
Did he
Remember she
Was probably
Where her thoughts would be
If she hadn’t been
Fidgeting distractedly
With the impulse of
Getting up
Going down
To say
“Hello.
You know
I was thinking about…”
No
That would be
The wrong set of words
Actions
Verbs
Be seen
Let him observe
Make the first approach
Would be
Better
But what if he said something
To upset her
Would take two steps back
And other results
Circled
Without a conclusion
But she knew
There would be no resolution
Until
She confirmed the emotion
She had Sunday night
Fleeting though it may have been
Seeing him
Made it feel so right
And wouldn’t it be impolite
To see a friend
And not ask
If he’s alright
Looking back
To a when
When she had a similar thought
And this was the end
Of a similar thought
But this time
It was for a different reason
Not to close off
But to leave even
A crack in the shade
So they could see each other
Wondering
What her mother would say
Made the idea
Even more inviting
Maybe she should invite him
To her daughter’s christening
If anyone had been listening
She would have appeared
To have lost her mind
Catching herself
Before it happened
And pulling her thoughts in line
She said to herself
“I’m getting ahead of myself.
If he doesn’t remember me
Will I still be fine?”