It was strange,
running into you at the grocery store.
You remembered me from high school,
almost fifty years ago.
You looked familiar,
but I never was good t remembering names.
You stopped me to ask
if I was okay.
I was mumbling to myself
when I walked by you.
I was just upset over something trivial.
I even forget what it was now.
We chatted a while,
then smiled and made our pleasant good-byes.
I did not have many friends in high school
I was a bit of an outcast.
Age is the great game changer,
making friends of strangers,
and strangers of friends.
Walking away I was glad that you stopped me.
Talking helped me forget my troubles.
It also made me think,
how many people do I pass everyday
that I once knew
and how many have left us behind.
Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.