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….