Veins inked their faces, And I read their lives In a novel of wrinkles. He held her hand Walked her speed And he looked at her watching slabs roll to him she still looked twenty. She wore a scarlet cardigan And he wore pride. She must have been a catch back then Before her life Wore her inside out. I thought of their love, Smiled till I wrinkled And for a moment I was them Just younger, And holding on to hope As she held on to wood Clasping his hand which held her. I am full of love today and she is faraway. I feel close to her though. Golden from sunlight On a grey pavement, Where two ancient lovers Stopped to kiss in my shadow, And I closed my eyes So I could see us together Kissing years from now On shadows of the lost Where love is found.