Absent Minded Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are times we all have had,
When our thoughts to think...
And words to say,
Become exchanged.
By the wrong intention.
To leave a thoughtlessness useless,
In attempts to try to explain.
Especially when mingling,
With others in social gatherings.

'Finally, I get to meet you.
And it has to be true.
About you being such the scholar.
Everyone says this.
Leaving me to believe it too! '

-Excuse me?
What...did you just call me? -

'I am so sorry.
I meant to say scholar.
You are certainly nobody's fool.
I apologize.'

-Is that what you've heard?
And think of me? -

'Yes.
And after meeting you,
I must agree.'

-Well,
I can only say...
The feeling is mutual.-

'Thank you.
Thank you so much.
No one has ever told me that before.
I mean,
Not to my face.'

-That makes two of us.-