Their skin wrinkled from years of laughter and sunlight
Their health failing with each passing day
This is an elderly friendship
Their papery hands holding the other's
The woman hoping for her companion's recovery, though knowing not to expect that much
This is an elderly tragedy
Their lives torn apart by illness and disease
The man knowing the hand he holds is his last hope in this cruel world
This is an elderly rhythm
The woman's clothes starting to smell from days of wear
The man's arm scarred from other IV needles
This is an elderly love
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