De Ja Vu

its been a long time
since i saw you last
i remember clearly even though
a lot of water has flown past
that proverbial bridge
perhaps maybe
a little too fast.

'cappucino' you say
like old times and i can't help but smile
thinking how
you haven't changed
even a trifle
in all this time.

it pleases me more to see
you still like talking
as much as you used to
blabbering on about
everything you have done
and everything anyone is upto.

i rummage my pocket
looking for my packet of cigarrettes
and you give me that disapproving look
that i imagined you'd forgotten
maybe i would have cared
for it before
but i don't anymore.

its a good hour before
you finish your coffee
mine is still untouched
and you tell me how
i still apparently don't talk much.

i finally open my mouth
to ask you the only thing i have ever wanted to
'will we meet again?'
you didn't have an answer
all those years ago,
the color on your cheeks
suggests you still don't.

i light the last one i have
as the inevitability of fate
finally dawns on you
the smoke swirls in fantastic arcs
around my head
you are already at the door.

i catch your feeble 'goodbye'
and i realise
that we really don't have
much to talk about.
you know it better
than i do myself
we will meet again
this maybe goodbye for now,
but its just goodbye till then.