It Wasn’t Really a Meeting

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– I saw him again, but I still missed him

We met again when it snowed—
but it wasn’t really a meeting.

We looked at each other,
we smiled,
we shared memories in silence.
But we couldn’t stay.

And after that,
I could only see him
once every two years, if that.

The end of waiting
is not always a reunion.
Sometimes,
a meeting only deepens the longing.

I saw him again,
but even in that moment,
my heart kept missing him.