come here, sit close

come here,
she says, sit by me.
pull the chair up close.
she smells of
warm milk and toast.
she touches me
with an old hand.
roped in blue veins.
the nails are a quiet
shade of blue.
tell me, she says,
with a smile,
her grey eyes wet.
tell me something you
haven't told me
before. a story, a tale
of your life.
it doesn't matter
if it's true.