18. Vultures circling over my head

We talked about
walking 
towards
our ghost town

We talked about
slowly growing 
older
and closer

Well
I'd kiss
every wrinkle 
of your face

If I only 
had you
near
as we went

I wake up 
some nights
to a scene in sephia
walking over
the debris
of that ghost town
where I'm stuck
alone

And 
relentless days
will still pass

years 
will pass too

But your hand 
in mine
will still be 
mine

though near
or far

even in another
hand