This is an old old poem that went nowhere,but I brushed it off
and put it forth...for One shot Wednesday #19
Ache
I saw an old man today
and the child inside me leaped
he looked like a ghost of grandfather
I wanted to run up and hug him
hoped he would smell of soap
and his hands would be strong
and rough in mine
and it would be him
and I would cry
So I trembled
one foot in front of the other
But it wasn't him
and the man turned up his collar
disappeared into the darkness of the subway
and I lost my grandfather again
