I came across your email while clearing my mailbox up.
The cursor moved over the delete button.
Paused.
I just couldn't bear to wipe away those bits and pieces that
remind me of those fond memories.

During a regular conversation over the coffee table,
I briefly mentioned of wanting to call you up to a short meet-up,
wondering how you've been doing,
but I don't know how to
without giving you the wrong idea.

People may think I haven't gotten over you.
But yes I did.
I can't be more sure.
I just hope that I would still be in touch with someone
whom I shared such incredible connection with
once upon a time.
A meet-up once in a while to catch up over coffee would be nice.
Nah, we don't have to be in each others' daily lives.
Maybe this sort of idea is too esoteric
or simply eludes any logical justification for some.