Imagine I saw you for the first time after many years,
Across an airport lounge,
I am going to Johannesburg,
You are going to Tokyo,
We are both weary,
Eating shitty lounge food,
Drinking shitty lounge wine,
Watching time drip away.
Your wife is with you,
I didn’t know you had one of those,
She’s neat, and grey eyed and suburban,
I wonder if you are boring now,
Eating in on Friday nights,
Discussing the news on Sunday mornings,
Taking care of things,
Just like me.
I wonder what I look like through your eyes,
Fat around the edges,
Designer coat over the arm of my chair,
I have the same boyfriend,
The one you liked better than me,
Remember him? Of course you do,
Do I look as lonely as I feel?
Who cares what the fuck we talk about,
This is all about the past anyway,
When did we stop being friends,
Was it my fault?
Am I relieved when they call my flight?
Let’s go back to being ships in the night,
I hope our mirror copies in their parallel universe lives,
Are still friends.