And we hung out today

There is a hidden beauty
in meeting a remnant of your past.
The rough edges are smoothed over.
The ugly bleakness of past trials
and tribulations are sugar coated
by the sepia-tinted glasses of our nostalgia.
Mistakes become jokes.
Tragedies become oddly-shaped
cushions of comfort.
Sore points become touchstones.
This is what it is like to be human.
This is what it is like to be in denial.
Yes, I do not deny seeing her again
brought me some small measure
of comfort and joy within the black gloom
that has enveloped me for a while now.
With the distance between us removed,
the warmth of her laughter and smiles
were all so much easily absorbed.
Appreciated. Believed.
The chit-chat was more animated.
Positive. It was all so light,
as though our words were
being floated upon soft breezes.
The conversation seemed
alive in its own right,
independent of our own
clumsy attempts at communicating.
As always, it didn't end that way.
It always ends in tears.
Everything with me does.