Two sit next together with inches between them on the orange seat
its fabric once held together is now frayed at the ends.
Time is the barrier. Time filled with the spaces of her mistakes and his broken promises
They catch up for a few minutes
How are you, I’m good
He has changed and so has she
But they do not bother to find out by how much
The rift is deepÂ
Maybe she imagines it
Maybe it is true
She wishes for
What?
For something to happen but nothing does and it is all left like that first moment
Back in the instant where they sit together,
separated by the reachÂ
Of unspoken words.Â