Oh Mr, Blog,
Thank God you're here.
I'm so lonely and depressed.
I got my errands mostly done and went to
Third Place Books to avoid another
Maeve Binchy withdrawal and do you know
what I smelled?
The smell of friendship.
It was coming from the commons area where friends
were meeting for lunch.
A combination of lovely food odors
mixed with wet wool coats and hats.
Musky dirt from heavy boots
and sour milk from baby bibs.
Paper from books and newspapers
and lilting dirty hair.
I was so filled with envy and longing.
Retirees meeting for lunch
and young mothers with their babies.
And I fall in a gap.
Too young to retire.
Too old to have a baby.
Just the odd man out.
Again.
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