Preparation Age

The young tend to push love away gravitate toward a pale blue loneliness then quietly slip into the grate. Maybe they're just preparing for old age the age where anything you've ever loved bumbles away-like a tumbleweed looking for a sliver of shade. When your very old the sheets run yellow-gray and so very- very cold. Even the plastic flowers wither as crawlers and weeds gain foothold... in the fading gem...called dying hope. Like a thinning glass ceiling spider awaiting the nourishment of companionship that never arrives.