Mugs

20 years later we met on a street near Sainte- Catherine ,

she told me '' You've not  changed ! '' 

'' Lets grab  a coffee  at Tim Hortons and have a chat ! ''

I 've changed and moved a lot around ,

believing that each blonde was my dreamland ...

You've got some gray hairs in tune with the seasons...

We undressed our lives from top to flop ,

in front of  2 silent,burning  witnesses .

  Amour, reverie ,trouble ,dough ,

and the kids we never really knew ...

We didn't  dare tell we loved each other ,

not evoking this bed in battle  song,

thinking  '' maybe ''... And snow falls 

on Tim Hortons  boredom ...

The mugs are half-soul with just left  unsaid...

We exchanged a phone number ,

a way of saying  '' Goodbye !  ''

I watched you turning  the corner

between Sainte-Catherine and never ...

     Bitter sweet mugs .