Questions Unanswered

I look for you
in parking lots
with one eye open
and one eye closed,
half hoping to see you
and half hoping I don't.

Would we smile and hug,
no words needed,
a silent understanding,
a quiet relief?
Or, would we
slap each other
with hurtful words,
squeezing out
the pain
that we've housed
these last
six months?

© 2006 Amy E. Hall