When we meet again

What if our hands

that once found each others’

now only keep searching

because we lost muscle memory

faster than we lost each other?

Will we talk about

anything other than history,

the mystery of loving

but not being in love,

anymore?

Has your laugh grown quieter?

Did you change your glasses?

I don’t think I’ve seen that dress before.

You speak differently now.

And since when do you drink gin and tonic?

When we meet ag-

Will we meet again?