Exchanged Glances

Closing in the dripping umbrella,
I met your gaze.
For a moment I was taken aback
After all these years...
Could it be true?
I tried to look away and took a seat near the window,
Trying to catch your reflection on the glass.

Is Red still your favorite color,
As it were thirty years before?
Do you still swear on French Revolution?
Are you still the same polemicist,
who could raise a storm with his words on sultry evenings?
Are Dylan's songs still your favorite?

I could still be your Desdemona or Juliet
Or better still - Radha maybe.
Age never seemed a bar for lovers.

You get down the bus, casting a last glance
But nothing changes.
Years down, asphyxiating in the dead society,
We had always promised to change the world
But do we forever remain captured in our indecision,
Wondering like Prufrock- do we dare disturb the universe?

Thirty years it took us to meet again
Maybe it'll take thirty more to meet in heaven.