You will grow old.
Here and now, I feel the weight
Of your limber, youthful body
As it rests upon my hip
Where you have and will have lain,
This night and many others.
A girl and her book and her cat:
We are like a picture,
Or a daydream of a single girl life
That is single yet not lonely.
And even so,
Though just now we are both fine,
I see your brevity and know
A tiny shock of sorrow
For the moment that will come.
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