When the sun kissed goodbye
and welcomed us with the night,
We met again by the poolside.

It was a brief welcome,
we both seemed to have aged.

The temperature rose
our feet on charred charcoal,
we sunk our feet like anchors
into the kiddy pool.

Smoke engulfed,
not from lit cigarettes,
but our feet chilled in the lagoon.

We were like libraries you & i,
ancient with a history,
you told me stories of him
which made me bitter,
you reached your hand out,
not to caress my face,
but to splatter water.

Did the splash cover my tears?
we were both the same age,
yet you seem older.