Old Man Time

Entry for love poetry contest. Apologies for the morbid nature of it!

Old Man Time

 

Remember our first kiss?

How the wind howled,

The windows rattled.

The old house groaning.

 

A lifetime ago.

That was then,

This is now.

The end of all things.

 

Old Man Time,

Our third wheel,

Come to destroy us.

The passionless executioner.

 

In this sterile room,

I watch your chest

Rise and fall.

Rise and fall.

 

One last kiss,

Your lips cold.

A squeeze of my hand

Tells me goodbye.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

My poems tend to be too prosaic, and I think this one is too. But practice makes perfect, as they say! I'm sure people will be able to suggest ways to pare it down, and that's be appreciated.