Illo Friday: Aging
Aging without accompaniment
Time was not a barrier
let alone space.
their perception kept them entangled
only distance held them apart.
and their minds fuse to endless words
their certainty bond like octaves in a verse
now their indeterminant state
leave many elements deliberately vague..
and they remained an epic stained
by the tragedy of being but asymptote curves -
continually approaching near
without ever really meeting.
dropping notes in continual lines
in a half step, half tone
in durations of silences
as one whispers in an echo...
id rather grow old alone
than be with someone not you
note: thanks to Illustration Friday.. this week's topic is so timely. i just made this poem this morning before opening my PC.