When elderly former lovers meet unexpectedly,
do both know that whatever they felt for each other
is gone, neither feeling the same way anymore?
Is there some kind of vacuum, a dead space
between them? How awkward is it? Is it
the kind of awkward where if you look it up
in the dictionary, right, you will see a picture illustrating
the word, and that picture will be the two of us?
And will we speak of nothing, or of something
bland, neutral, the old weather cliché, or whether
we look the same? Will we be unamazed that
we were able to recognize each other at all?
I wonder if I’ll waste words, you too, old friends,
about how nice it is to see you again?
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Today’s trigger is
Use it in a piece of writing and then post that piece below. I would love to read it : )