You try to stay casual,
calm your heart,
convince your mind
it’s just an ordinary meeting
with people you’ve met before.
A catch-up, not an enquiry.
You begin to conjure
cruel aspects of personalities
you’ve never witnessed before,
catastrophising conversations
that will happen
until you end up outcast
and alone.
A few hours later
you laugh at yourself,
relieved that all had gone well
and annoyed that
you worried yourself for nothing,
like usual.
Scribbled Thoughts 