She’s trying not to cry in a toilet
He’s trying not to cry in a cab
She leaves the bar
The cab stops
He steps off
She steps in

That was thirty years ago

She walks into a bookshop
He’s sitting outside on a bench,
reading the paper
She leaves the bookshop
It’s cold and sunny

That was three years ago

She walks into a room
He’s sitting in the room
They both look up
The rest is blurred
The only lines clearly traced in space
are his are hers

Not too late
(But I did miss you)

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