another old familiar tune

he: so what have been up to lately?

me: i live life like a sleepwalker. my day job, weekend hangouts, no alarm and no surprises

he :but you took french didn't you

me: yeah 2 months

he: i picked up the guitar recently and you know when you can play a tune, you just wanna play more

me:'that's great, i'm glad you found guitar but i have no passion to live for

many weeks ago, i bumped into someone i used to see and we had supper with a mutual friend

he said he's sighted me a few times coz he couldn't missed me in a crowd

he said he could never reach me

i realized we could talk to each other like when we first started seeing each other and totally forget our mutual friend
about movies that defined our generation that torched the child-like wonder in him
of course we talked about adjani's movies, the epitome of tragic heroine
he thinks tragic and beautiful is very much like me and that still embarrasses me
it was great to see him again after ...a year or two, i can't be sure

it was the day that i met another ghost of the past
life has its way of reminding you the remains
of what might have been
and what remains not

and bad timing in general