I can tell by your hands
that you are older
than what you say,
but it’s the lines under
your eyes that give
the game away.
Here you are trying to
recapture your younger days,
by putting your hand
through his hair,
hoping that he stays.
You laugh at every
mundane thing that he spouts,
to make him feel important
so he won’t run out
like all the ones before him
that have left you alone,
now at this stage of your life,
you can’t face
growing old on your own.
