So, Am I Now A Crone?

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-

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