under the burning sun, I met Suse

We met on the Bow Bridge.




After six years (Six years, she whispered) we fell into each other's arms and had a little cry.
There was nothing else to do but stare at each other. But, no matter how long I stared, she looked just the way I thought she would.
And, then, after hours in the heat, wandering, eating, thinking, talking over each other in the excitement of meeting after all these years, we separated. I looked across the subway tracks at her and could have sworn I was looking in a mirror.
Small, grey haired (with a streak of purple!), wearing a black tunic over a skirt.
She could have been me.
Save for the accent.