Fading Times Poem by P A NAZAR

when I bent over the desk
to touch the bean vine fingers of yours
you pulled them back.

when I stood beside you to place a small rose upon your palm bed
you coiled and turned away.
I still remember the day we stepped out arm in arm and when i was about to leave
you rushed forward to hug and kiss me.
but alas! I have passed the milestones and you have got into the new car.
i saw you running away, with my eyes palpitating and darting
to your vehicle that was moving past our drying meadows.