she now sits at the table with a confident laugh
and a confident posture
and a confident sense of humour
and a confident boyfriend.
she used to sit opposite me at saffron’s fish and chip shop
at the pool and at the beach
at family dinners
at the foot of our shared ambitions
at the beginning of our days
at the end of our days.
i am happy being strangers – it has a warmth and a comfort, existing in the memory of where we’ve been.
but i forgot to remember how long it has been.