My friend
Has
Grown old.
‘I was
Beautiful
When
I was
Young,’
She says,
‘And
I was
Young
For a
Long
Time.’
Blue-veined
Hands,
Hair
Grey strands.
‘These
Days,’
She says,
‘I live
In
My
Head.’
She
Smiles
As if
She knows
A vast
Secret.
‘Between
You
And
Me,’
She says,
‘It’s a
Better
Place
To
Be.’