It felt extremely unceremonious to just hug, held hands for mere seconds and waved at each other,
as if you’re going out for a loaf of bread or a carton of milk.
Had we been someone else,
had we been somewhere else,
I would have poured all the raging storms inside me,
for you to know how none of those cordial and polite gestures were enough.
we are who we are,
we are where we are,
and so only a wave was exchanged,
fingers were intertwined,
serene smile plastered on the face,
with years of longing in our eyes.