He sits on the left,
I sit on the right.
He looks at me,
I look at him.
We both shift our old bones.
He looks at me and stands.
I look up and watch as he puts one foot in front of the
other.
Eons later her returns, two mugs in hand.
I place my mug down on my tray
He sips.
He smiles at me
I smile at him.
Years and years of pictures shows are in my head.
Some are maddening and some are just sad.
But old bones control what we feel
quite nicely.
Was it a hot or cold drink in the mug?
Was it the day a visitor would come?
I slip slowly away, back in time to another day.
He looks at me,
I look at him,
And we smile.
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