gkpoetry

He doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t care
To see old classmates after fifty years.

How to answer, “How have you been?” “I am
No longer thin?” The conversation ends,
An old school chum exits the chat, ineptness
Stays. Next, the night for wives or paramours
Arrives. He shuts his eyes, sore apathy.

He hates reminiscing, longing to have performed
Much better than in point of fact he did,
Hates riding on fumes in the tank, the emptiness.

He’s learned what love is, remembers it eluding
His perception, her pulling away, a couple
Of hers, across the years. Little time left
To find a Helga and understand her soul.