mornings and evenings

you said you’d grow old with me

we were meant to be together forever

when our youthful beauty slipped away

like the stars when dawn’s rosy fingers rose

we’d still be together

like the sun and the moon

until the very last breaths

but instead

we fell apart

like a delicately put together puzzle

crumbling back into pieces

and we grew old

our ripened beauty slidding away

like studded stars on a hazy peach jam morning

but this time,

we aren't togther