I don’t remember the words

when we fought, but how the color drained

from my cheeks and your eyes

became defeated as that mouth began

to shake then smile sadly

And I’d remember everything from back in time

even forward when I’d sometimes see you

Out of the blue when I wasn’t looking

for a face in the colour of the sky

and the shape of the clouds weren’t shifting

in the movement of your hands and lips

We’d lock eyes on the street from afar, a far

distant smile freezing across our faces

as if to say: God, I’m so sorry

But these moments are fleeting – gone

within a splitting second falling away

because eventually, conventionally

all strangers must look away