Ghosts Of Old Lovers

We were in
My home town
Walking past the spot
Where we used
To meet

We had our arms
Around each other
And were talking
As if we were friends
And not lovers
Or old lovers

My thighs
Rubbed against
Her thighs

She did not seem
To mind
She just carried on
Adding to our
Conversation
Smiling and laughing
It had not been
This way before

We were now friends

The pain we both
Suffered
Was dead

A Magnetto Influence Poem