She

Tayama

The book has grown old, 

 

They both stand in the doorway, full grown,

 

She has strands of radiant grey, that she refuses to let stay,

 

If I don't notice, she lets me know,

 

What I have seen and done, no longer haunts or shows, it seems I've won...

 

She loved me equally,

 

They have matured beautifully,

 

What awaits me?

 

I think I've seen, it was She,

 

Who I adore completely,

 

She was right, it was meant to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Tayama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2019 17:15
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 10
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