It Happens Like That Sometimes

You saunter in.
I’m alone.
Eyes.

I look away
first
because
I always do.

Besides
I’m writing.

You don’t know
I know you

but I do
yet

you feel
like you
know me

from somewhere,
that’s because
you do.

Something
is flickering
in the night.

Old flames
are wont to
re-ignite.

_{^{© N Nazir 2022}}

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Saunter, 51 words

Also shared for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Flickering

*This song has been an earworm for days now. I hereby pass it on to you. Enjoy ❤

*In case an old flame happens to be reading this, I just want to confirm that it’s fiction.