Not everything we know..

I know you expected me to smile. Like a hearty, broad smile. When you gazed at me like you did - I know that's what you were waiting for me to do.

I know you expected me to say something. Like a welcome, embracing word. When we stood there for hours on end - I know that's what you were waiting for me to say.

I know you know the moment's been etched in my memory forever.

I expected you to know and you did.

But, dear one, it's little about what we know and a lot more about what we can do about it.
As far apart as time has pushed us, there's little to say or do. Or feel.

Be it in a fantasy or the reality, not everything we know is ...exactly what we feel.