Random Meeting in the Mall

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Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2003-04-30 07:26 AM

It was just the other day
I was stopped along my way
By a lady with hair of gray,
“I know you, I think”, she said,
“When my hair was colored red,
It’s been years and years ago,
I think you’re someone I know”
I looked into those aged eyes
And to my great surprise
I found I knew her years before,
But she didn’t look the same anymore.
Time had worn the color out
And rearranged things about
She didn’t walk with the same sway
Her body hung a different way,
Time had pulled her slowly down
Wrinkles surrounded eyes of brown
Even her voice had a different sound
Not as lyrical as it was before
Time had on her not casually wore.
I admitted I was he who
That she had once knew
And that I was still just the same
Even if I’d changed my name
She chuckled caused so had she
Twice married and twice a divorcee
With three children from different men
Grown, gone and now alone again.
She smiled I smile I remembered well
But the conversation slowly fell
And I wished her a good day
Because I had to be on my way,
She gave me her new name and number
Written hastily on a scrape of paper
Which I folded into my pocket
And left her there in the mall
With the number she told me to call.
I left to go back to work for the afternoon
A long day didn’t end too soon
With darkness I returned through my door,
To eat, to wash, and to sleep once more.
Days passed and there was that paper
On the end table with her number
With coins from that day at the mall
Beside the phone waiting to call
Days had passed and I had forgot it
The number she told me to call
The memory revived in the mall.

Gloom

Toerag
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since 1999-07-29

Posts 5622
Ala bam a

1 posted 2003-04-30 07:52 AM

I like this Prof Gloom...you always seem to come up with 'off the wall' schtuff that makes one think....(and for me, that's damn near a miracle)

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

2 posted 2003-04-30 08:07 AM

Thank you, Toerag,
You praise me highly,
But I believe you are a fine thinker,
It is just your poetic thoughts tend to be toward Balladeer
And how to jab him.
Then your thoughts are mirthful and mischievous.

Gloom

Justbleu
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since 1999-08-31

Posts 3329
Oregon, Originally From Alaska :)

3 posted 2003-04-30 09:44 AM

This is a nice story. Enjoyed!!!!!
Bridgette

"Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

4 posted 2003-04-30 09:49 AM

Professor,
An excellent write and I enjoyed the read.

Nightshade

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since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

5 posted 2003-04-30 09:51 AM

Oh, Gloom, how this touched me so. Did you call her? Is this a true story? And how many times have I run into someone while out shopping and thought to myself..."my how they have aged"....only to look into a mirror at myself and think..."who is this woman?" This story will touch alot of people, I am certain. hugs, Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....

-Emily Dickinson

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

6 posted 2003-04-30 10:45 AM

Thank you, Justbleu,
Pleased you enjoyed

Thank you Seymour,
Glad you liked this
It means a lot coming from someone as talented as you.

Thank you, Nightshade,
Yes it is a true story and no I never did call
I find most women my age are now talking about their Grandchildren.
I try to avoid aging and looking into mirrors
Your praise is very kind

Gloom

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