I saw you reflecting
In the mind’s eye
Shocked, I don’t remember this
But I’m beginning to
Emotion- a tear
You look mid twenties
Life began in ninety-two
That’s all I remember
But, I don’t know how to think about this
I was fifty-three last birthday
We experience life through waves
Sometimes they get distorted
There was a knock on the door.
‘Ah’ Julie! Come in.’
Quick peck on the cheek.
The trail led to the kitchen, strong coffee.
Into the yard, smoking roll ups, small talk.
The lounge, she sat on the piano stool.
‘I quit my job, life’s a mess.’ She said. Turned and finger thrashed the keys.
I cringed, the life story, the piano sound.
We talked it through, her life.
I showed her middle C.
We talked patterns, the work life balance.
She played on.
Cycling in the cold is all hat and no balls.
How to steal cake and get away with it.