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
AllthingsUncanny 