Time lost yesterday

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light

Telling an untruth apart now, each in a separate bed,

He with a book, keeping the light on late,

She like a girl dreaming of childhood,

All men elsewhere

– it is as if they wait for Some new event:

the book he holds unread,

Her eyes fixed on the shadows overhead.

They tossed up like flotsam from a former passion,

How cool they lie.

They hardly ever touch, Or if they do, it is like a confession Of having little feeling – or too much.

Chastity faces them, a destination For which their whole lives were a preparation.

Strangely apart, yet surprisingly close together,

Silence between them like a thread to hold And not wind in.

And time itself’s a feather Touching them gently.

Do they know they’re old?

These two, who is my father and my mother Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold? ~

By ace101

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