I ache to hold her close to me.
I ache for things that used to be—
Strobed flashes of a memory
That lingers, lingers on.
My story now seems more and more
Of pains I never had before
While I indulge the joyous lore
Of playful times now gone.
Does old age come to claim its prize?
My body lives a thousand lies!
Yet she unchanged within my eyes
Still sings the siren’s song.