There are no longer words.
I have grown ancient listening.
I have grown a maze of wrinkles,
                                                     waiting.
If my eyes seem dull,
Remember they have forgotten you,
                                                          searching.
Forgotten life,
Seeking memories.

I sit, and watch the hunting.
Come and join me,
                              sit a while.
Grow cobwebs in good company.
There are only feelings now.
Mute, blind, only waiting.
Close your eyes,
               and stay a while with me.
I have grown senseless,
Aching.