A sudden rush of expectation as I realise it's you. Like a river in a droughtful season. How cool you didn't call. Initial hint of disappointment. The mirror of my smile that isn't there, that doesn't follow a very causal 'hi'. Why did you come at all, if it wasn't for me? Another blow of resignation when realise I do. Now in your hands the book you borrowed. The whole way we first met comes together in my head, when the picture's clear you've left