We spoke and decided who "we" would be, you and I.
Nothing extraordinary, nothing new, acquaintances at best.
I turned to go down the front steps with a half smile and a sigh;
Surely I’d miss you, but I’d see you soon, I guessed.
And I reflected on the lighthearted days together shared,
Later shed a nostalgic tear, and this was that, and that was all.
But now I wonder if to watch the screen I’d dared
What your face would have revealed that now I can’t recall.
I question what I could have known were my life upon a screen,
and how differently I might have played out each and every scene.
ismene 3/98