crossroads

You could read my mind,

in a blink of an eye.

Oh my treasured friend,

what blessing to have you by.

I knew you once,

I knew you so well.

 

And then a queer moment of delusion.

We solemnly parted, without goodbye.

Your resolute indifference, my becoming blase’,

which was worse? I could never decide.

Suns kept setting, with no regrets.

Your reminiscence too, a tale gone by.

 

On Wednesday last,

I saw this lad.

With a cheerful smile,

he had nodded his head.

‘Who are you?

Have we ever met?’