Twice now
In passing it seems
We bump the elbows of
Awkward conversation.
This isn’t forced politeness
But uncomfortable desperation
Wanting to enjoy this and
Why cant it be like it used to
Easy
Neither admitting the inevitable
But fearing
we have become our parents after all.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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