Time

I'm walking along. An old lady is coming the other way. She may be older than time itself. She looks like she's been walking her whole life. She has perhaps never stopped walking. She nears me. She stops walking. She gives me a blurry stare. I'm dressed all in black. It's dusk. She probably thinks I'm Death. Greeting her at last. At long last. I keep walking. I walk past her. Disinterested. She starts walking again. Disappointed.