I
You lift your face to mine
with the sweet, sad expression
of the life of reservation
towards delight in love
of moments long ago that left
their impress on your thoughts
and I in turn gaze back
with love newly acquired
in old age and the sadness
that is mine of love so long
delayed in coming meets yours
long languishing in fears.
II
We are fading apart,
each in a cloud of physicians
growing dense. I am awake,
it seems, simply to record
this moment in our long life
together of words shared
face to face and dined to.
Even so, we knew of the end,
and I am most happy to forget
myself in you, that sense
I take away with me
and walk and sleep with
as in a tent shielding me
from the bad weather
of separation.
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