growing older is like
the filling in of plaque
in the major coronary arteries
of life
everything narrows
movements slow and stiffen
gaits tilt and stall
friendships become less frequent
then falter suddenly
when someone passes on
family members navigate and drift
between islands
of issues and daily drama
and holidays and funerals
words become fewer
for no one
writes a letter
but now jabs a text
the narrowing of human speech
and interaction itself
becomes humorless finger pointing
even coffee shops are made for the computer
not for people
am I being narrowed out...
or is it
maybe there is just so much space to be filled in
I feel a kind of giving way to a
soft feathery nothingness
but I am not ready for the grave
maybe, it is the heaviness of all that gravity.
Copyright December 7, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World
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