The Old Couple

old couple The evening is dark, and the street light tells the leaves have fallen, except for two stalwarts holding on but they will not be there at first light. On our walk, we stop at a dress shop she admires a colourful dress as an African, she likes lively attire asks me if she still fits this dress; mull over this a bit and say it will fit you snuggly. She laughs fondly and tells me; I know nought about women’s clothes. We have grown old together and dislike being apart it worries me when she goes into the kitchen to make our evening meal We are both aware of the sand, in time glass is nearly empty for now, we are lovers in the strand of Nirvana’s echo.