in passing

didn’t i see you
across the street
getting groceries
smoking, carrying tissue paper
and a grin of dissatisfaction

you look different now
blonde hair in place of black
traded sneakers for high heels
band t-shirts for mini skirts
yellow teeth still the same

i’d wave but you wouldn’t remember
my face in the sea of people
from then or now
not much has changed
not even my outgoing personality

watch you get into a cab
say a few select words
driver nodded with the car in gear
you looked at me – dead eyes
cigarette dropped as you drive away


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