Sans All Maybe Still!

Sans All He sits fidgety now... hoping with hopes... she will bring him his toast and she slowly does... HE HOLDS HER HANDS AND KISSES THEM LIKE A BRUSH OF A PAINTER ON FRESH CANVAS she smiles as if 'twere were her lips once, now sans all he barely smiles bleak eyes the fragrance is around still he smiles as wafts inhales she is and was ever his passed fifty years away now he can't even kiss she stands far away he smells foul so they say she can't risk it anyway sans she too is but still is his She smiles and says fifty years ‘twas like yesterday then he just whispers yes another fifty we may stay now not in years maybe months or days