Don’t you sometimes wish there was a button you could reset,
To make things right or take us back to what we were before.
I know it is hard to be what we were before.
To turn back time would be impossible.
Be friends and not cross that line
It was magical and spontaneous.
Waking up in the morning,
Lying next to each other.
The shock and the guilt made us part without words.
No hug goodbye
Too shy to kiss let alone say I am sorry.
I pick up the phone and call just to hear your voice.
As soon as you pick up the phone I hang up.
It feels like I am prying.
Do you go through the same?
Do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder what it would be like if we, if we?
We sit at the same table
Our spouses at our sides
We are fidgety and nervous
No words to say what we feel
Our eyes have a conversation
If they knew
What do you think they would do?
We meet again
This time we don’t talk neither do we apologise.
Our bodies say it all
And say what we feel.
©thelma migue, 2010
From the cizoepoetry collection.