Sleepwalking
She wanders through the empty house
wondering how these moments slipped away,
and when it was that she became
a woman past her prime.
He wanders through his empty life
wondering how these memories became
ash upon his tongue. The young
man he once was is gone.
Walking backward through their lives,
with eyes fixed steadily on salad days,
they missed the opportunities to grow
into the people they could have been.
Eventually they face the day
when they have fewer days ahead than
those they left behind.
Soon, they will feel the cold hand of death nearing.
Soon, it will be morning.
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