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.