A chance encounter from the past.

Through crowded streets

Arm in arm

With hearty beats 

In lovers charm,

We walk together, lazy browsers,

Laughing at the flares on trousers.

Thinking of no one but us,

Mulling getting eats...

I see a boy I used to know,

But now he is a man.

We stop, alas, to say hello,

Without a solid plan.

Stammering we get by greeting,

Each of us regretting meeting,

Both him and I ashamed of youth

...and flirting in that van.