Cracked walls darkening an already lonely existence
Black and white finds the forgotten
Downward gazing blankly, but envisioning things past
Memories of life lived bend a frown over cracked lips
Sweater sleeves cover shaking hands spotted with age
A thin weak arm cradles a figure unmoving
Smaller and smooth, mouth fashioned for smiling
Bright painted eyes stare up at a world unthinkable
Leftover love from a bygone childhood
Minute consolation for those grown old
Remember these two, the holding and the held
Sitting in noiseless frame, both swallowed by time