He said hello to me today--
his eyes glinting arctic-blue, contrasting
with the gloomy grey backdrop of crawling clouds--
he smiled widely
as he passed me on the wet cement stairs
and dropped the earbuds from his ears
and he asked me how I was.
I replied, good, thanks, and how are you?
He told me he was tired.
And who isn't?
He wore a brand new, bright green jacket
to guard against the soggy snow and stinging sleet
but he did not remark upon the April weather as we walked
for twenty paces together.
Years ago, I knew him well, but now
he has hidden himself from me
behind his familiar features and handsome blue eyes.
His significant other was waiting for him
at the bottom of the stairs,
and so we parted ways with a nod of acknowledgement.
He had no more to say to me, and I had far
too much to say to him.