Out of the corner of my eye
I see you sitting seven
rows up in the theatre.

It feels like it's been
years, since we've
seen each other.

My breathing is shallow
and I try to stop my blood pressure
from skyrocketing
as you strut down the stairs
to come say hello.

I hate the way you
stare into my eyes
and pierce my heart;
you whisper in my ear
how much you have missed me.
I hate the way you
give my arm
one final squeeze
before you wink at me
with that cocky grin,
and walk back to your seat.

It feels like nothing has changed.
And I wish it hadn't.