Repeat Performance

We met up again, the same magnet brought us together, for a repeat episode, or perhaps ‘session’ would be a better choice of word. Her place; there is a red candle, she lights it, the moon appears outside her top floor window, tonight it seems an ancient virgin, naked and shorn of any virginal grace. How long is it now, two maybe three years? I know I have changed, maybe she can sense that maybe that new strangeness intrigues us. The glow of a shared cigarette; her confession of another hidden relationship, I’m not surprised, I have my secrets also. She ached to reveal her new lover, not to hurt but to absolve all unspoken lies; pillow talk really, a recognition that I was never going to be any more significant to her then a pair of matching shoes for her dress. - understandable. I watch her dressing. Apart from the obvious what did she want from me? We both knew the future held no script for us, we just had to do this one more time. Sometimes what we want is a better image of ourselves, a more meaningful world we wished we both belonged to.