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There you lay,
Contemplating earlier day,
All those things you didn’t say,
But should have.

The lover beside you,
The rustling sheets,
A far distant sound,
Your heart skips a beat.

Did anyone hear that?
Or just you alone?
The pauper, the porter,
The prince on his throne?

Are you alone
In your nocturnal fear,
As monsters in shadows,
They grin ear to ear?

How can your lover
Dream calmly and deep,
As you lie awake
With the fear that you keep?

The fear, not of demons,
Or witches, or trolls,
But the fear of a lover
Growing terminally old.

The slow realisation
Of hard written fate.
Best tell her you love her,
Before it’s too late.


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