Falling in Love at 70
What once would bend, now
refuses. Knees complain
of damp weather.
My fingers mark the crows’
feet at the corners
of your eyes.
It’s only endorphins,
synapses sparking
in the brain.
This heart, cracked by time
and grieving, has split
thin & dry as kindling.
That match
too close.
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