Old Friend

I saw you standing
alone at a bookstore
scanning a wall of books.
I was sitting in a chair

reading Tranströmer.
We were best friends
at one time. And there
your stood, nearly

ten years later.
I thought about
getting up and shocking
you with a "Hi, old friend!"

I pictured us smiling,
the years flooding back
into our faces, but, instead
I just sat there watching.

Maybe next time.
In another world.