Lip Glace

hadn’t spoken to her in months

hadn’t seen her since 

snow fell then melted then froze itself  {again}

here now apologizing 

looking for paper trails    back to

friends       

when from                    her

pocket

 {she still had}

the lip gloss

I bought her when         

belatedly,     I said 

happy birthday                 darling

she  didn’t seem to          notice 

me noticing  at all

relieved to see its 

{incandescent} existence 

like 

no-big-deal 

but maybe        {perhaps}     

she swept the memory of me

 {intentionally} 

upon  lips  I knew    {someday}       

           I’d have to kiss