So, Am I Now A Crone?
When lips are wrinkled
And the heart is too;
Crumpled under one love beat too many.
Crinkled eyes and crinkled expectations,
A mirror reflecting broken veins
And broken hopes;
A solitary soul in a world of connections.
Dreams now fragile as gossamer
in the wake of those dashed.
And the eternal echoes of a lost first love
who remains forever young.
-By Rosaline Callaghan-