Some days,
They seem happy.
The sun is shining around them,
And their faces don't tell of aging
Anymore.

Those days come and go,
Jolting our lives by being so
Out of place and uncharacteristic
For the two bitter, time-bitten ones
We know. So rare are the days that
They seem artificial, telling false stories
Like that picture on the wall
From when they first
Fell in love.

Now, they don't know what love is.
It's all shrivelled and gone,
Like the heart of a buried man,
Except on those fleeting
Sunny days.

08/23/2005