Wishing

We cross paths rarely, I and my old friend.
Everything is fine at first, but then
There comes some bristling. Things have changed a bit
(To my bewilderment and great regret).
It can’t but show upon my sagging face.
Most likely, I’ll just purse a smile and waste
Another word or two about how long
It’s been, while really wishing I were gone.

3/22/1983

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