Erosion
Grey wrinkles on a pallid face,
eroded by the wearing pace
of life,
and the arrow of time.
Deep pathways carved by tears
for loved ones gone for years:
in memory
living proud and strong.
Captured on our aging skin,
echoes of love that dwell within
carve deep
our sense of loss.
Ancient canyons wrought by grief,
as time rushed by us like a thief:
a monument
to loss, and love.