Love and Lies…

Last Tuesday near
embankment,bumped
into an ex; Same
smile, same hair
Same old pair of jeans.
I’m sure
She thought the same
about my shirt. My shoes.
Even my deodorant.

After exchanging smiles,
surprises and pleasant
remarks about appearances,
We set out for a
drink in a nearby pub.

She is married now, to a banker;
She works part time designing
and attends Spanish and salsa.
She went on a skiing
holiday to France recently.

Is she happy?
She is she is!
But she doesn’t
look in the eye.

And Yes I still set the alarm
for thirteen past six, and yes I still
have only carte noire for coffee. Yes yes I still
don’t wash my socks and just
throw them away after
Use.

Did I find anyone special?
Well yes, Now
and then.
She curves a
hesitant, all knowing
smile.

After some such talk
and a shared bill
We part
with goodbyes, another type of
smiles, promises; all
suitable noises.

We have moved on, two
old lovers, we are linked
only
by a distant love and a
thread of lies that
only we know
about each other.