After we said we’re done,
Our brief love story ended,
Concluding on the night of the full moon.
Then came two difficult days.
I saw her by chance in the park,
The place where our love began,
An unplanned meeting.
She didn’t expect to see me that night,
But nostalgia drew her there,
As it did me, hoping for a glimpse of the past.
When she saw me,
She gasped with joy,
As if she had found her broken heart,
As if she saw her love that went off to war,
Knowing he might not return.
We kissed and embraced,
As though we had found each other
After wandering for many years.
She was warm, just as I remembered,
And still beautiful, even in sadness.
Our eyes spoke volumes.
For the first time,
She avoided my gaze.
Her eyes were darkened by sorrow,
And so were mine.
Her voice carried the weight of regret,
And I asked her,
“What did we do to each other?”