It was still the same

It was different,
I had a drink,
The gathering was mellow,
I was alone, waiting for her,
That was the still the same.

It was surprising,
How unaffected I was of her,
How the years have made me immune,
Yet her grace blew me away,
The ease which she carried herself,
That was still the same.

It was questioning,
The way she looked at me,
With new light for the man I had become,
I looked back with uneasy calm,
At loss for words to her quiet play,
That was still the same.

It was strange,
Hesitation on her part,
Her looking away to hide the blush,
I walked by her, doing nothing,
Unable to respond to anything at all,
That was still the same.

It was new,
No pain at the goodbyes,
No pining for her, no desperate plans,
I think of her still,
In my loneliest hours,
That is still the same.

- pinaki roy

It is a work in progress, and I am drunk.