A year

“How have you been?”

“Good… and you?”

“Good.”

We looked away. In that brief moment when I caught her smile, and she caught mine, I knew our smiles were the same- polite, with a tinge of helplessness, a hint of awkwardness and an urge to get away as fast as possible.

“It’s been a year already, isn’t it?”

“Huh…oh…yeah. It’s already one year.”

More silence.

“I guess I have to go.”

“So I guess it’s goodbye.”

A year is a long time. We have reached the point where there was nothing more to say.