Lunch with a former lover
from over forty years ago
He is balding, white-haired,
nervous, arriving early
After complaining about traffic
from Princeton, he asks
where I'd like to eat
with a quick mention
that the restaurant I chose
months ago when he needed help
and I was barely widowed
cost too much
probably because I had two
Bloody Marys with extra olives
and he said order whatever you want,
me, in trembling black heels
and black dress, believed him.