I have to resist the overwhelming urge
To see your face, To hear your voice, To feel your touch. You're my cocaine. I can never get enough. Your voice is a siren ringing through the hallways
but only I am drawn to your screams. When I am an old woman I shall wear lilac
With a straw hat that draws attention to me. And I shall spend my pension on wine and getaways And exorbitant presents for the grandchildren, leaving us with only bread for a week or two I shall swing on the front porch when I tire And ask too many questions at the grocery market And play frisbee with the dog And make up for the mundane of my youth. I shall go to couples’ dance lessons And eat as much cake as I please And learn to sign. |
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