Age.

I don't believe age is simply numbers. Law permits certain ages.
Me. I'm just sat here. Immobile. She is beautiful. Eyes blue. Old and true.
Old? No. Simply incoherency on my part. Yet here I sit feeling the big issue.
Opinions come and go, feelings stay provided.
Am I too young? Not too me. I've been an adult since I was a pre-teen.
Now. An adult.

I find her attractive. Gorgeous. She stunned me. I'm still sat here. Alone.
She will find age a factor. Can't say I blame her. She has so much to live for.
So little too hold to.
I find grief impossible too deal with. Now it comes with the territory.
She found me a way.
Maybe she will find a way to me.