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
We
found
ourselves
ensnared
caught
on
the
sharp
cutting
barbs
of speech
razored
words
pierced
fleshy
hearts
at last
tearing
at the
clothes
of
reason
we
stumbled
into
this
briar
patch
not
running
away
but
running
to
Postmarked
two weeks
ago
the envelope
waits
unopened
I still hear
laughter
tears
apologies
desire
my fingers
touch
handwriting
and sense
yours
the seal
on back
felt your
tongue
as did my throat
postmarked
two weeks
ago
this
envelope
is all
I have
of
you