Threads of shared sepia memories
bind us together.
We share painful moments
in our arthritic haze.
We move in synchronised slowness
watching each other as age steals its price
of stiffening limbs and bent backs
We are threaded in an uncertain
longevity ,
Knowing each one will leave the other.
We do not speak of this as we sit,
our gnarled fingers entwined,
enjoying autumn leaves
falling.