Revised sonnet #189
He was unrecognisable at worst
His voice a bass the same abrupt and deep
He was a former beau I felt the first
It was a memory I wouldnt weep
He was at loss I made the psychic leap
He curled a smile he batted slow a blink
I wondered what Id done you sow and reap
Hed lost in love I was the weakest link
I echod what he said to stifle stink
I felt the spirit free and serf to none
I poured two glasses pleasant any drink
I nodded latest pyrrhic war hed won
I chanced a mirror my insides turned old
I suffered memories I wasnt sold
Chorus old mature senior
