Old Love

By Jackie Darnbrough

Threads of shared sepia memories

bind us together.

We share painful moments

in our arthritic haze.

 

We move in synchronised slowness

watching each other as age steals its price

of stiffening limbs and bent backs

 

We are threaded in an uncertain

longevity ,

Knowing each one will leave the other.

 

We do not speak of this as we sit,

our gnarled fingers entwined,

enjoying autumn leaves

falling.

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