You

Not a day goes by when I am not reminded of your return. My mother mentioned your name and as innocuous as it had been it felt like a stab to the gut. I daren’t speak to friends in case they tell me about you. Maybe I want to keep supposing for a little longer.

I know you are talking to the others.

You won’t talk to me.

I should be grateful but I’m not.

How dare you hide from me like a coward!