April is National Poetry Month #4

[mmerriam]

How softly
decay sets in
making their love
a quiet thing –
longed for touches
glances over coffee.

The years have made them
wise.

Familiar selves and routine
days replace the burning agony
of passionate youth.

Now, they wish
to turn to each other
weeping, clinging –
desperate to hold
to keep the chill
away.

How true the decades
have made them
how together
the years have let them
become.

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