And she saw him
But felt too embarrassed to look (no, her heart skipped a bit), heat rushed from it down her spine, she felt engulfed in heat.
This was the sort of effect he had on her.... He still does, she realized.
She had bravely stood the war front and fought her demons, successfully she proudly built a wall of naked wires and thorns ready to prick and sting who dares to come that close again.
Alas, her concrete wall stood only yo come crumbling down like the melting of candle in presence of heat.
This was his effect on her
He was her heat.
All morning while reading a novel, she thought of a thousand things, most encompassed him.
Missing his presence and reasonable chitchat, sober and wishful she mourned the loss.
Pushing away the guilt and emptiness his memories brought her, she went about her daily routine....
And now,
Here she was, facing her most feared demon.
Her head turned almost automatically when their eyes locked.
She was strong (she thought she was) or she had to be, so she conjured all bits of courage left to face him.
Feeling same (or worse)
He had to be a man(or pretend to be strong)
He said "hi"
And all she could do was wave in the like motion of a dying fan's blade, drained she felt.
Not knowing what's next
Maybe they'd meet again
Maybe they'd greet again
No one knows
A mystery it became.
