growing old

i used to be afraid of growing old

until i realized the great big 

trick,

the big fat 

lie,

how the birds sing your name in my sleep 

(how weird, right? like, i don't even know you that personally, i mean)

how the crows cry for my keep

and now i simply cannot wait to grow young

and to finally

breathe

to find my place in the Earth's 

keep

and to embrace you as we both

weep