CRUSHED LEAVES

Crushed leaves in an old book

Squandered memories;

In the dark, an old woman speaks

Softly

Through cracking teeth

Of an ancient fast disappearing love

Looking for the light.

‘As my future is invisible

I live in the past,

Scrounging memories

From fading dreams.’

Her words gently rustled in the night.

Reconstructing the past,

A straddling child

Mimics her toothless sounds.

‘I remember sex

I remember caresses

I remember coition’.

The rambling hours end in a sigh

The quiet voice in a whisper.

Time is a walk away.