An Aging Wife

An Aging Wife By Nolo Segundo

I look at her and I can see A woman approaching slowly The land of old age, her Night-black hair invaded by Lonely grey strands, stragglers Of an approaching army, a Relentless force built over Sixty years, stealing bits of her Beauty, loosening her skin, Lightening her bones.

I now can easily see the old woman She will become, and while I miss her Light-stepping, insouciant youth Which pulled both body and heart, At last I can hear love’s secret sound As she draws my soul ever closer….