Love is Ageless

All around the globe,

we sang our songs of grieving

and the pain seeped from our skin.

You were even lovely in the mist of snowfall

and you were adored and cared for

but when your face turned to ash

and all the years became clear.

You were not the angle they had all believed

and so you were left, one bed,

one faded green chair

and two regretful meals a day.

They put you in a home for the old.

On a sign outside, where the pigeons flew over,

it said “Love is ageless” and we knew it was a lie.