Little Worlds

Age

Age does connote to shame. Age is a way of life, and age is what it means to be human. But why does it break your heart to see her like this. It's unfair that she be so beautiful now, when she looks so utterly human. Limp fingers, with maps of a hundred years stretched across her bones. White hair, bleached by the lives of thousands. Silver eyes, with the warmth of a ocherous pool of fire. And lips, that do not remember mine, that will not ever remember mine. But she is so beautiful.

The wires, the beeps, the bed and the sheets, they do not diminish her beauty, they emphasize. Age is human. Age is inevitable. But I do not want her to leave me. But she will, she can and she must. And she has.