the loneliness of the world

i haven't heard from

her in sixteen years,

but now

she calls.

let's get together she says

and talk

old times.

i want to tell her that

i'm done with old

times.

i wonder if she's dying,

or if something's

up,

there must be reason behind

this sudden

contact.

but no.

she wants dinner and drinks,

to shoot the breeze.

to reminisce.

the loneliness of the world

sometimes

astounds me.