So there she is. So there I am. Sitting in my watering hole at Café Metro. She walks back into my life.

Seven years. Is a long time. [Flashback]. I will forgive, but never forget.

I only noticed her come in because the Sun got in my eyes. I turned away towards the entrance. I face away again. It’s her, and I don’t look back.

She isn’t wearing her glasses, maybe she isn’t even wearing her contacts. There are a several people in front of her, what is she doing back on my turf? I thought she’d gone for good?

I don’t need this. I stir my cold coffee. I think, I feel. I stir my cold coffee again.

Now she is at a level with me in the queue. Right now I could reach out. Touch her hand. I don’t.

I always wondered if this would ever happen. Now it has. I don’t know. What to do?

She told me. Back then. You’re too old for me. I told her no, you’re too young for me.

She is 40 now. So how does it look to you? I want to ask, now you’re not young now. And I’m too old to care anymore?

She places her order. I recognize that smile. Americano with milk. Dissolve the bitterness.

Seven years. Is a lot of semen flowed under the bridge. And maybe. 70 plus eggs that could have been.

It’s too late. She’s at the counter. Pouring in the milk of imagined lovers. I don’t want to know.

I don’t want to hear. About her career. Since you left, I say I’ve learned how to become a failure. I stand up.

Brush past her that was. Go to the Gents. Sit on the seat. I look through.

The crack in the door, back to the cafe. She is sitting at my table. My cold coffee cup, she brushes aside. Like yesterday, like me.

I leave, through the fire exit. See you, seven years from now. When I’m ready. To finally die.

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