As I grow old day by day
I find myself nearer to you.
All relationship have a following -
Either by remembrance
of who I was, or
Who I am
Taking curvy lips
Towards the horizon
As I measure the worth of my words, toothless;
Towards your unflinching love
A silence erupts
Towards its vanishing act.
I find no more of myself
But you, powering me a space
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