Her

A chance encounter, but its not fate,
a way of talking, a potential mate. 
A stony face, which cannot be tempted, 
sundered aside and slowly emptied.
A poor first start, or maybe not,
she's quite a girl, so maybe not.
One more time, for old times sake,
and now I know, that it's not fake.
We've been together for no small time,
and now we're done, we're out of time.

 
But you must think, that I don't know,
that nothing's real, its just a show.
Since you are here, listening to me,
and I can't tell, if she's still free.