LO

She is back from Vietnam, for a few weeks
she materialises in my life with her tiny waist
and her winged eyeliner and it’s like
she never wasn’t there.

We go to her parents’ house for another cup of tea
and read the New Yorker in companionable silence
as outside, the spring sunshine mellows
into evening.

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