Aching Bones

There comes a time

when your bones begin to ache

your youth long gone

your hands become weak

ever more wrinkles you keep

and you lie on the floor

next to your soul mate

holding her tight

though your bones don’t feel right

you would prefer the bed

but she likes to sleep on the ground

as she whispers in you ear

wishing for your death to come near

for companionship she craves

so you can join her in the grave

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