Not an ex.
An 'almost was' who behaved very badly to me. Six months ago now.
I'd been out for wine with a friend.
Was on the phone with another friend.
Clocked him. Narrow path. Nowhere to go.
Acted engrossed in the call. Laughing. Relaxed.
I've got a lovely tan. I had my hair done today.
He was alone.
He saw me.
I'm fine. It's nothing.
But I knew I'd see him today. Even told my friend. How strange.
And a piece of me wants him to wish he'd behaved better.