A date

"Oh shit" you exclaim as I

Open the door, your face widened in

Recognition. With your friends all

Around and your Art in the air

I don't know you, then I do, for

It has been many years since we

Hung out, for long chats, and walks.

A kind of love that encompassed life

Yet wasn't called love. You

Faded away, or perhaps I did,

And it's a surprise to return, not

Placing the name, somehow known,

To you. Our date is troubled

By my ex who tries to make

Everything better, and doesn't

Just gets in the way, and your friend

And his anger, picking all the fights.

Amongst the thicket of crossed communication

We beam serene, rediscovered, delighted.

To resume a life that resembles love

And yet is not.