You look stunningly well,

really well. He said

and the saga continued.

 

The old message is replayed

and the hint of history

appears.

 

Wisened hearts

momentarily

embrace

and spring apart

like 

caught lovers

until we're just here

again.

 

Words hide amongst words

masquerading as 

idle chatter

but with familiar

undertones.

 

Flattery leads

to Nowhere,

a destination 

from before.

 

He delicately imprinted

his lips onto my

hand - 

an indelible intimacy.

 

And ashamedly,

I received

and

was affected.

 

You looking stunningly well,

really well. He said.

And it fell into

space.