Lunches are quiet, peaceful and lonely.
I haven’t seen you for over a year. Your dark hair is longer. Your tanned skin is still flawless and you don’t look a day older. I wish you were here, I wish you didn’t have to go and I wish I didn’t shut you out. I wonder how you’re doing, what stories you have to share. After we broke up I met an imaginary version of myself. He was like me in every regard, just not afraid of commitment. You two married in the fall.