Words

Her body was frail
But her smile was sweet
His body had aged
But his touch was loving

Her hair a bun of snowy white
Laced with traces of black
His, a tuft all around
And a bald patch in the middle

There they both sat
In the cool of the evening
And in their silence, volumes were spoken

She’d smile at him
With the wrinkles forming on her face
And he’d kiss her cheek
And say something in her ears

This was a love time had seasoned
These were two who had become one
They’d passed through time
And time through them

And here I am standing looking at the both of them

Wait a second

that’s you and I

In golden years to come

(you is still a pronoun, one day it will be a name)