I am waiting at the airport. I won’t greet you when you arrive. I’ll just stand here & let you walk by.
I’m wearing a dusky grey dress, black stockings & red heels. My hair is a bed-head tousle of red.
I don’t need to tell you this. I am wearing what you asked.
A plane arrives. Passengers flood the arrivals lounge. I stand off to one side watching.
Yes, I am here. No, I won’t speak to you. I won’t touch you. I wanted to tell you of all the touches, the kisses, the moments I had planned. I wanted to be able to say “remember the time we…”
But I promised you no.