Monday, July 14, 2014
Old Lovers
Old Lovers
What shall we do,
now that all our old lovers
are dead,
their bodies turned to ash?
Should we become the quiet grandmother
sitting close by the fire
remembering all
that has passed or gone away?
Write our memoirs,
shocking or plain,
hidden under the bed?
And if we too
cross that barrier
of time,
will we and they then
meet together,
talk about the parts we played,
who wounded whom,
what delights were shared,
how it will go between us
next time around?
Meantime,
ghosts drifting, images of fate,
what took us to
our ancient paths
of longing.
Dorothy Walters
July 6, 2014
