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"SAME OLD LANG SYNE"
MET MY OLD LOVER IN THE
GROC'RY STORE
THE SNOW WAS FALLING CHRISTMAS EVE.
I STOLE BEHIND HER IN THE
FROZEN FOODS
AND I TOUCHED HER ON THE SLEEVE.
SHE DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THE
FACE AT FIRST,
BUT THEN HER EYES FLEW OPEN WIDE.
SHE WENT TO HUG ME AND SHE
SPILLED HER PURSE
AND WE LAUGHED UNTIL WE CRIED.
WE TOOK HER GROC'RIES TO THE
CHECKOUT STAND
THE FOOD WAS TOTALED UP AND BAGGED
WE STOOD THERE, LOST IN OUR
EMBARRASSMENT,
AS THE CONVERSATION LAGGED.
WE WENT TO HAVE OURSELVES A
DRINK OR TWO,
BUT WE COULDN'T FIND AN OPEN BAR.
WE BOUGHT A SIX-PACK AT THE
LIQUOR STORE,
AND WE DRANK IT IN HER CAR.
WE DRANK A TOAST TO INNOCENCE;
WE DRANK A TOAST TO NOW.
WE TRIED TO REACH BEYOND THE EMPTINESS
BUT NEITHER ONE KNEW HOW.
SHE SAID SHE'S MARRIED TO AN
ARCHITECT
WHO KEPT HER WARM AND SAFE AND DRY.
SHE WOULD HAVE LIKED TO SAY SHE
LOVED THE MAN,
BUT SHE DIDN'T LIKE TO LIE.
I SAID THE YEARS HAD BEEN A
FRIEND TO HER
AND THAT HER EYES WERE STILL AS BLUE.
BUT IN THOSE EYES I WASN'T
SURE IF I
SAW DOUBT OR GRATITUDE.
SHE SAID SHE SAW ME IN THE
RECORD STORES,
AND THAT I MUST BE DOING WELL.
I SAID THE AUDIENCE WAS
HEAVENLY,
BUT THE TRAVELING WAS HELL.
WE DRANK A TOAST TO INNOCENCE;
WE DRANK A TOAST TO NOW.
WE TRIED TO REACH BEYOND THE EMPTINESS
BUT NEITHER ONE KNEW HOW.
WE DRANK A TOAST TO INNOCENCE;
WE DRANK A TOAST TO TIME;
RELIVING IN OUR ELOQUENCE,
ANOTHER "AULD LANG SYNE."
THE BEER WAS EMPTY AND OUR
TONGUES WERE TIRED,
AND RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY.
SHE GAVE A KISS TO ME AS
I GOT OUT,
AND I WATCHED HER DRIVE AWAY.
JUST FOR A MOMENT I WAS
BACK AT SCHOOL,
AND FELT THAT OLD FAMILIAR PAIN.
AND AS I TURNED TO MAKE MY
WAY BACK HOME,
THE SNOW TURNED INTO RAIN.....
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