That dusty book

Yesterday,
I saw her again
Beautiful as ever
Just like old times
Just as she was, if not better
Those eyes, that smile
They still make me weak
Make me wana glare and glare and stare

She is the one that stopped me
I hadn't seen her yet
And for a moment
We didn't know how to greet
I wanted to give her a long and squeezy hug
One that I would remember for a while
And she too
But our hands stretched 
And that's what we settled for
Two prongs kept us laughing
But good times too, do come to an end
And instead of byebye
It was see yah!
I don't want  see her again 
Coz she is in my past
She is supposed to be
That dusty book in my cabinet
But it turns out
As my left hand puts this book
In the cabinet
My right hand retrieves it
And places it on my desk

She is supposed to be my ex
But whenever we meet
I always think of the "what if ..."