Poetry

Love in the Time of…?

Crotchety old man
In your dilapidated old house
Are you happy?
Content you might be
With gray painted walls
With the comfort of courage packed
My blues and yellows
Enticed you
Heightened you
Hardened you
Frightened you
Not meant for love are we?
Not in the time of cholera
Not in the time of the butterflies
Not in the time of greatness
But, maybe now, at the end of days
In the time of empathy
In the time of relative simplicity
We can dust off wishes
You will be mine in body
For you were always on my heart

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