(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

You Look At Me As If You Are In Disbelief

Don't be ridiculous.
Of course I missed you.
I wasn't trying to avoid you.

For 'your' information.
I was hoping you would run after me,
Calling my name repeatedly.
Until you caught up with me.

One moment.
I have to catch my breath.
Here we are.
Let's sit on this bench to chat.
Wave to the policeman.
Let him know we're okay.

WHY are you staring at me like that?
You are making me feel quite uncomfortable.
You've aged a bit.
But those track legs?
You've still got 'em.

Just think of it.
If you hadn't kept in good shape,
We would not have met at all.

And stop looking at me like that.
IF I had wanted to ignore you,
Don't you think I would have found a better way,
To do it?
Don't be so suspicious.
I've been wanting to see you for years.

You look at me as if you are in disbelief?
It's me.
How've you been?

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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