Before we become strangers

"We met over a decade ago. Formal – long friends. But I like to think that we were something more. Once our entire life was music, hanging out in new York and photography. Crazy year! And now I see you again. You're standing on the platform at the edge, and out of boredom, rocking on misochkah waiting for a train. Say my name – I read it in your lip, but in a second the train takes you into the distance. This meeting was enough to almost go crazy. It's been five weeks and I look forward to meeting you. Just to say "hi". To invite to the bar. To catch up. And Yes, I know that, speaking about the past, I have no reason to ask you for forgiveness.