“Michael, it’s Aisha.”
“Aisha. It’s been twenty-three years.”
“Quick response. Have you been keeping track?”
“No … Yes… I mean …”
“I’ve been keeping track too. I saw you on Facebook this morning and had an impulse to call. Not the first impulse.”
“Wow. I… I’m… Where are you?”
“New York. Twenty-three years older. Married. Three kids. Program manager. You?”
“Still in San Francisco. Married. Two kids. Still a software engineer … So, you’re … Well, are you happy? Everything good?”
“Everything good.”
“Same here … Although you know, I’ve only felt like we felt, just that one stretch of time in my life. When we were together.”
“Yes. Once in a lifetime. True love. But it’s not a feeling that lasts. We both knew that.”
“Romance. An illusion. It would never have worked. But still, that feeling. My God.”
“Pain and exultation. Seeing you on Facebook, I had a sudden flashback …”
“Pain and exaltation. Me for you.”
“That’s you and your words.”
“Seeing me on Facebook, though, old and haggard. Embarrassing.”
“Baloney. Forty-five and still good-looking. Promise you’ll never google me.”
“You’re beautiful as ever. More so, with the wisdom of age.”
“You have googled me … Should we keep in touch, a little more than that?”
“This is hard but also kind of wonderful. I don’t know.”
“Talk to your wife about it. It is hard but I’m glad I called.”
“Me too.”
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