cave paintings

the heart can be a cave,
the echo
of past loves

seen in

the ancient paintings
on the walls.

the mind
a dull light
swinging

in an attic.
the body can ache.

the limbs tired,
cranky
and sore,

slow to move.
the creak is not the floor
but bones.

it's not hell getting old.
it's
hell

being there
with no one to hold.