Short poem: Robin Helweg-Larsen, ‘Moving On’

“How old are you?” she asked. “Too old,” I said;
“sadly, my youth is gone.”
She looked like wanting to move on, though wed;
I had no wish to be the one moved on.

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Published yesterday in The Asses of Parnassus – thanks, Brooke Clark!

how dark how cold” by Stuti ~ is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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