Fragile body, hurt
aching
as as wrinkles run down her face
"What was the point anyway?"

Should you look at her
she'd become tired
bitter
at the chance you'd turn
she'd walk away 

A tear in her blouse 
with a long-time dusted and withered 
spouse
A black cat, laying dead

The wicked thing had fled
No matter 
He was gone 
before he left her home

His mind was decaying
All his memories fading
Bitter
He'd lay in his own litter
Then ******
He'd trot away
Fading

[Time tiptoed...
glance- at heavy rain
see a wind blown girl
brown long curls
white long pearls
dainty dresses draping]

Her companion buried
age's blinding eyes staring
What was the point?

The dead and old should know
This the way you go

What was the point anyway?
To age is a disgrace?
She said
"No matter"
And flew away

5/8/12 (The Sun and the Moon compilation)