Normalcy, or what seems to pass for it
So you rose to the post. Hesitant, unsure, wondering if its the right thing to do. I look at you, tried to will you strength. There were delibrations. Awaiting a sign? Fear of the future? Fear of each other?
We talked at the end of things. For moment, it seemed that the time between us slipped away and it was as if things had never been. You smiled, I laughed, we had a good time. I had a good time.
Did you?