A world
sits
between
us
two
lifetimes
lost loves
first ones
long stories
short secrets
simply
sitting
we hear
histories
chronicles
of
dark ages
what
we
share
is age
neither
young
neither
old
simply
in between
A world
sits
between
us
two
lifetimes
lost loves
first ones
long stories
short secrets
simply
sitting
we hear
histories
chronicles
of
dark ages
what
we
share
is age
neither
young
neither
old
simply
in between
We sat
knees touching
mine bouncing
waiting
for results
they have things
for it
you said
things
that cure
it knock
it out
not
for
what
I
have
I said
no
cure
for
a
broken
heart
With my
fingers
I
trace
your
life
by
the
lines
of your
face
a
roadmap
that
leads
me
through
the peaks
of youth
and valleys
of
age
it’s
only
in your
wrinkles
do
I
see
the
real
you