It was is best of times,
no, the worst of times.
My age of innocence
has long left my being.
It is the time of calmness,
no, the time of calamity.
It takes my full being
to merely suppress a tear.
It is the age of answers
given to questions unasked.
I am in the age of solitude,
even when all I know and love
is encompassed in you.
