~
watching the world pass
we two, sometimes regard
the angst of young lovers,
willingly entangled in a
tender ballet of sorts,
a sweet drama played out
centre stage to an
empty auditorium,
reminiscent of the many
tribulations of our own,
now of course after a lifetime
like an itch and a scratch
we rub along together
tending to each other’s needs,
as two grades of sandpaper
used to produce a smooth finish,
the embers of passion that we
blow on from time to time
still glow stoically, whilst knowing
they will never again make
a roaring fire, nonetheless we
keep each other warm, safe
in the knowledge we are one
and always shall be
*
© Graham R Sherwood 01/24
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