you are there with me.
brown and beautiful.
we are young and untested.
the soft edge of silly
laughter warms love's
innocence.

entwined in an act
cooled by ocean mist
and decades. divided by
time/distance, separated
by adolescent
decisions.

there is no hep in my step.
i wobble within my walker.
my hair is short, brittle &
gray. wrinkles furrow across
my forehead. (and you?)

to reminisce was once fun.
my final word.

done