matronly now,
she tells me,
over the phone.
too much wine
and pastries.
i've let myself go.
people mistake me for
Angela Lansbury now,
asking for
my autograph.
the actress at the end,
not the beginning.
will you still love me
like you used to?
love me when we meet
again?
or are you shallow
as ever?
no need to respond.
i laugh.
not to worry my dear.
let's meet, i tell her.
i look like Lou Asner now
from the Mary Tyler Moore
show.
so tell me,
how about i pick you up
at six
for an early dinner?
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