My Lover

If I had known him
when he was young
blue-jeaned long-haired
ever-smiling
I might have lived
in his little yellow cottage
by the sea
I might have given birth
to his child
and known the joys
and worries of motherhood
But now I hold his aged hand
in mine
and caress his careworn face
my own eyes as time-weary as his
We live on fading time
and one day we will be no more
but right now
we have this very day
this very moment
in a world that is leaving us behind