Poetry Feelings

thirty-six

one day, we will run into each other
somewhere on the streets and maybe
your hair will be as messy as our
relationship once was but i hope
you smile at me just the same.

i will be disorganized or late and
you will laugh because, right then,
you will remember that that was
how i had always been and you
will tell me i haven't changed.

i will smile back at you and give
you a quick hug, counting the seconds,
in my head and forgetting to see if
your skin feels as it always used to

we will exchange a few quick
questions, asking. "how have you been?"
and it hurts to know we actually mean,
"what happened?"
"where did you go?"