Archive for February 16, 2011

every line in his face




every line in his face she knows well

every spot on his skin is so  dear

as he sleeps

while she reads

as he reads

while she eats

as they go through their daily routine

stumbling through old age and ignoring old pain

so much said

during  soothing silence of being together


the thought that one day he might be gone

is the only cry in her nights

is her fear

and only then

she is one minute




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