I wonder if the next time I see you
it’ll be like the last time I saw you.

When we last spoke
it was like all of our other conversations
had been perfectly pleasant
and polite
with no heat or tension
and that we hadn’t spoken for several weeks

in between.

When last we spoke
it was like things were normal.

I didn’t realize things were normal
for us.

I didn’t know

that we knew normal.

I don’t know if the next time I see you
this new normal
will still be the same state
as it seemed to be for you
as the last time I saw you.
I guess we’ll have to see.