And when we become eighty, <br /> Our love for each other will be; maybe? <br /> I see you in crowds when you aren't really there, <br /> I hear your voice, see you in other faces, but where? <br /> <br /> We shared, oh, so many things in our past, <br /> Memories of love, laughs, and tears to last. <br /> We touch and hold, lightly kiss every other year, <br /> Never leaving each others arms without a tear. <br /> <br /> We live our separate lives far apart, <br /> We made no promises even from the start. <br /> Oh, my dear, dear sweet love, <br /> Perhaps another time, another world, above.<br /><br />Alice June<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eighty-2/
