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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1162131
An aging couple yearning for renewal, the nearer they draw to home.

A blissful sky bleeds dry its color.
Wet but crisp leaves
lie scattered to rot and brown,
in the fading light, cloy
at the soggy ground.

You reach for my hand.
Still cold, we huddle closer.
We walk with no destination
toward some horizon,
sending away our sun.

You nuzzle my neck,
touch my hair and whisper,
"I love you, dear."
I know you are near,
but it seems so far away.

There was a time
when I wanted you close,
tighter, inside me whole;
but time washes away the memory
these aged eyes foggily see.

The woman who buttons my coat,
scratches my tender back
and looks forlornly into my eyes.
Must see something I don’t,
something that I won’t.

The sun will rise again,
three quarters of the way home.
Tomorrow, I will love better.
These leaves tug at my shoes,
as the sky washes to black.

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Such Longing: Poetry Of Nature Love
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