keeping the past the past

i see her on the path.

plain.

her face

flat and white, no makeup.

no

attempt anymore

at glamor.

or fame. her red hair

now grey.

just a girl, or a woman i should

say

i once knew.

made plans with as we'd lie

in bed

after making love

in the late afternoons.

we catch each other's eye

but say nothing.

for what is there to say.

too many years

have passed

too much time and water,

behind us,

it's best

we go our way.

keeping the past the past.