What does that mean?
The grey shadows hiss their threat—
I have no idea what they imply.
Younger than I
Have asked the same,
And heard the same hollow echo from the void—
Of marriage, children and careers.
The nameless server, tidy
In white shirt and pressed trousers
Pours my wine.
The glasses rattle and the chatter clacks
From the tin ceilings.
We, frozen in time.
Selfies of ourselves.
Botox grins and masks.
What would you do if you could live forever?
There would be more money in the coffers.
I would read more books.
I would have an island,
In the Aegean.
There would be more passion.
What would you do when your time was done?
Don’t you see?
My days do not end.
I brush my hair forward,
To cover the mark—
The eternal immortal.
Separated from friends, from family—
The shadows of dead lovers dance in mirrors
And the ones who never were
Reflect back, taunting me.
You’ve reached that age, your rights are gone.