Soft, classical love songs
And the click-clacking
Of the keyboard
Are the only sounds
To fill the air
As she weaves
A potent word-spell
About two lovers
Who spend a lifetime
Apart,
Giving the best years
Of their lives
To spouses chosen
By well-meaning
But unsympathetic parents,
Only to come back together
As widows
In their twilight years,
The fire in their hearts
Banked no longer
But hampered still
By bodies no longer young.
So they lay at night,
Bodies entwined,
Savoring with words
What might have been.