I saw myself today
Forty years older, but the same
Sitting quietly
In the corner of a museum café
Welsh rarebit
Glass of water
For the lady in the
Jeans and a teal cardy
… no wedding ring…
It made me sad
There
All alone
No book, no paper, no pen, no phone
Imprinted on my mind
A mirage of what will be
Forty years from now
The same sad lonely me