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bittersweet was the fright

which had me in its grip

as I strode into the room

facing yet again the man

I once so long ago loved

where as now a stranger

stared coldly back at me

like he were some demigod

of doom

audaciously assessing my worth

'you cut your glorious hair'

were the only words I truly heard

the rest became absorbed by the initial

shock

all this senseless sniping

this dire fishing for safe conversation

how tiring

why the notion was positively absurd

leaving me feeling like nineties version

of the Keystone Cop

completely disorientated and confused

running in hilarious circles

as if I were chasing a car rolling down

hill backwards

with no real remote possibility of ever

hoping to catch it

or on for that matter

his warm, familiar hand automatically reached

for mine

as if it were deemed welcome

I was nonplussed

yet still stepped back all the same to avoid

any further contact

the verbal form was enough

I'll venture to state

his reaction though clever was quite aplomb

the tension that trapped us constricted the

air in which I breathed

his, 'Good day Madame, you must pardon my

unwelcome familiarity for I fear I momentarily

mistook you for someone I once so dearly loved'

left me struck rather dumb

but as he took his somewhat discomforted leave

I must admit I was sorry even as I was relieved....

(May 1, 1996)