Your stillness heaves through my dry lungs
Carrying years of solitude and rain that
I put you through. I lose myself
And change into a person
I cannot recognize
Old age comes through a storm
This muteness, frozen stones,
The new norm?
We grow old together every day and I
Erase whatever love had to offer
You move away,
With every second,
I turn uglier
Time, a few grey hair
Is this how it all ends?
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