What then shall they discuss?

The sad-sweet months
when they trekked through
Europe, those hot nights
when they made love inside
a canvas tent or the untimely
death of a mother an ocean
away?

Nature, love, poetry,
art, old snapshots, a
seance that scared
them so many years
ago or that draft of an
old will found in a
long-forgotten
trunk in the attic?

Maybe they'll set aside their
memories and tasks,
let nostalgia drift away
like an  absentminded
ghost or uninvited guest.

All their energies should rise
to a final nervous pitch
when they raise their
glasses high and
wet their arid lips.