Not The Same

I noticed recently that people
move away from me like I’m
diseased he sadly says

At the grocery they’d greet me
with a smile and ask ‘how are
you today? ’ Now they turn away

I feel an antique ache inside that
hollows me – you know I’m shy
does that surprise?

The lonely man they think I am
has died for sure or stays away
too far beyond a certain cure
© 7 October 2009, I. D. Carswell

by Ivan Donn Carswell

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