This rendezvous, arranged the previous week
and after fifty years, here you are.
Offering the feintest of smiles, we remain face to face
just looking, studying each other’s wrinkles, creases, lines
searching for clues
why and when these features had been etched, wondering
how each other’s lives had become watermarked
with such ghostly timelines
chiselled on our brows, our cheeks, our mouths
and all our colours stolen
leaving only tarnished silver and aged grey
© Graham Sherwood 11/2018
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