getting old

Days spin themselves into
weeks which weave
themselves into years
you are getting old
and I can't hold on to nothing
anymore
and I'm getting too old
for this
Pending promises
lie on our lips
we both know
they will never be fulfilled
a love so empty
meaningless memories
we will not make it
because there is no we
and there is nothing to be made,
and this is getting old.

-kb