Fine Lines We Share


The fine lines we share…

Go everywhere, and no where, at once.

I ask her,

‘Will you love me, as I grow old?’

This is a questioning fable I have often told.

And, yet, the insecurities have grown less bold.

 

The fine lines have grown more pronounced…

Around our hands.

Our eyes.

Everywhere, youth can depart.

Other than, the smooth curves around our hearts.imageedit_6_3840277012

 

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