Sans All Maybe Still! Poem by me poet yeps poet

Sans All


He sits fidgety now...

hoping with hopes...

she will bring him his toast

and she slowly does...



HE HOLDS HER HANDS

AND KISSES THEM

LIKE A BRUSH OF A PAINTER

ON FRESH CANVAS

she smiles

as if 'twere were her lips once,

now sans all

he barely smiles

bleak eyes

the fragrance is around

still he smiles

as wafts inhales

she is and was ever his

passed fifty years away



now he can't even kiss

she stands far away

he smells foul

so they say

she can't risk it anyway

sans she too is

but still is his



She smiles and says

fifty years ‘twas like yesterday

then he just whispers

yes another fifty we may stay

now not in years

maybe months or days