We Have Both Aged
My guest flew in. She looked the same. Except her hair was longer.
And whiter. She was older; she said she was heavier. I did not notice.
How long since we saw each other? She asked me. Ten months to the day.
She was amazed that I knew. I had it in my calendar, easy to check.
We spoke as if we had seen each other yesterday. Every story we already knew.
I phone her quite often. We talked and talked, two old friends, having fun.
Remember F? She asked me. I didn’t but I lied, not wanting to let her down
Because I had already not remembered A, B, C, D, or E.
I did not want her to realize how much I have aged in ten months,
And how little I remember….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019