When he saw her getting off the bus, it seemed to wipe away the years, her face was older
just a little rough, but her eyes were still so clear. He drank his coffee and he hurried out
across before she walked away. Then he approached her like a little child, too scared for what he
had to say. Hello, Louise, remember me. Now should we part or stay a while?
As if we were still lovers. She took a moment just to recognize the men she'd known so well before.
And as he started to apologize, lose any bitterness she bore. She gently put her finger on his lips
to let him know she understood. And with her suitcase standing on the floor, embraced him
like a lover would. He told Louise, you look so good. It's just you see you make me feel
as if we were still lovers. It's not always true that time heals all wounds. There are wounds that
you don't want to heal, the memories of something really good, something truly real that you never
found again. As if we were still lovers. And though they talked for just a little time,
before she said she had to go, he saw the meeting as a tiny sign that told him all he had to know.
And so Louise, away from the bus, and as she left she gave that smile as if they were still lovers.
