On growing old

I have watched you age.

I have watched the rivers of Time

Mold your face.

I have not heard your voice

Sing in years.

I have not heard your fingers

Play in years.

I remember being 25,

I remember Rome.

I remember our neighbors,

The Morrisons.

Oh, how we wanted to grow old together.

If only we had known what it meant–

Whether it would have made us not want to,

Or want to more,

We can not be sure–

But I still wish we had known what it meant.

I wish we had known it meant

Only dusting once a month.

Cooking the same 21 meals every week-

Sometimes in a different order.

Watching both of us forget how to

Punctuate our letters.

Starting to write letters again.

Then starting to realize you do not really care

Enough to anymore.

Slowly, I have started to care less

About a lot of things,

But never you.

Because I have watched you age.

I have watched the rivers of Time

Mold your face.

I have not heard your voice

Sing in years.

I have not heard your fingers

Play in years.

But you are still beautiful–

To me.

@asterisk !!