She sat down

Expecting too much-

(A common problem).

When he started speaking

She swore

She heard a lisp,

But- possibly-

She was imagining it.

She looked out the window smiling-

Remembering another smile

From long ago;


Eyes- questioning eyes- on her


not the deep blue eyes

of the

Freckled boy in front)

No, eyes-amused eyes-

Hidden behind glasses,

Peering-peering- into mine,

Of the man with a lisp.

“I’ve lost you already?

That must be some kind of record.”

A small laugh

His? No

Apparently my own

(I hadn’t even planned on

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Apr 19, 2012