Crushed leaves in an old book

Squandered memories;

In the dark, an old woman speaks

Softly

Through cracking teeth

Of an ancient fast disappearing love

Looking for the light.


‘As my future is invisible

I live in the past,

Scrounging memories

From fading dreams.’


Her words gently rustle.

Reconstructing the past

A straddling child

Mimics her toothless sounds.


‘I remember ***

I remember caresses

I remember coition’.


The rambling hours end in a sigh

The quiet voice in a whisper.

Time is a walk away.