After lunch plans with a friend fell through
of course I would have to run into you,
at the Public Library, and why not?
The rest of the day might as well be shot
to hell. When you saw me, you looked another
way. Some people need to hold onto their hate.
And if that helps you, I'm glad to be of aid.
I'm sorry you're not over the mess you made
of us. As we passed, our bags hit each other
in the rush of you walking away for cover.
And I think of the twenty-five years gone
to hell with nothing to show for it. Oh well.
Our sonnet on the high C failed to make the note.
The opera lady has sung, that's all that she wrote.