Small Talk Poem by jane solanrobertson

They met again by chance
And in a split second
The years had vanished
A polite handshake doing nothing to cool the fire
That fanned her cheeks.
She longed to shout
But nothing came out
Just small talk
Small talk.
Would she laugh or weep?
Only a restrained smile
Broke across taut lips
And her hands
White - knuckled and trembling
Were hidden from view.

Some time later
She leaned closer to deliver a careful kiss
And played out her goodbyes,
Aleady wishing for the next time they would meet
For small talk.