The Long Road Home

We linger a little longer

than we used to.

Tasting the words we speak 

as if they are the last words

we will ever hear 

We feel the world around us

as if we are children

and have no fear 

of the wounds 

which have afflicted us

all of these long years.

We linger

a little longer

than 

we used to

Reminiscing on the 

"good times"

and the
"remember when"'s 

Tasting the tears

as they roll down

our cheeks,

only to fall from our aged faces.

Feeling each moment

as if it is our last
Each embrace stronger
than the last
The feeling of
"Will this be it, then?"
Haunting our goodbyes.

We
linger
A
little
Longer
than
We
used
To.