She said she really liked him,
sad loner that she is.
He said he'd call her,
when the furore all died down.
Nearly old enough to be his mum.
Sad really isn't it.

If there were a God.
He wouldn't let age stand in the way.
Unless of course, it were obscene.
Maybe it is.

He ain't that mean.
God,
well,
He'd tell age to let down her boundaries and welcome them in.
Arms open wide.

The young man and the grandma.
Who need to decide.

She sat and thought so deeply.
Deeper than the words she longed to say to him.

Knowing that the gift she offered could be enough to set him free.
These are just words, written for effect.
Truth of the matter, she couldn't care less.
(C) LIVVI