Hello, old flame

I think about how it would be, when we eventually get to kiss, no sorry, see. I come up with different scenarios but I always circle back to the crucial part; the beginning.

What happens when I kiss, no sorry, see you again?

I like to think there’d be a few seconds of holding each other’s eyes….

…then I look away because that’s what is expected of a bad bitch (which I’d like to think I am)

…you look away (and I feel the heartbreak allover again)

…then we both look away because of the woman you’re with. Another woman. My replacement. A reminder that I wasn’t good enough.

I don’t know how it ends. Maybe it never does. I will go to a blank page and start afresh.

I’ll know how it goes. Only I won’t be prepared for when we meet, old flame. I’ll circle back again to the beginning.