Absorbed he bent his head,
listening, to hear the echoes of days past
and hearing nothing, lapses into sleep
where he is young again, yearning.
She was there laughing, but with no
name and waking he frustratedly
tugged the rug, warmly wrapping his
legs which no longer walked his way.
A noise startles him and turning, he
sees a stranger a sweet, mouth smile
on her face, sorry for what she sees,
her lover’s connection hard broken.
Tis his forgotten thrill of love too,
tears run down as the dark deep
sadness of a nowhere loss, holding
him close to gently dry his cheeks.
Love speaks and he hears sounds,
their unfamiliar shapes of confusion,
sinking in they soothe his soul and for
a moment his smile blooms again.
She silently shows photos of strangers,
and helps him with his cooling tea,
then kissing that cold cheek. she leaves
taking with her the echoes of his living.