Old Love

I loved Margaret and when I lost her I was lonesome
and after a year or so I went to Verity
and I said do you want a companion
and she surprised me and said yes,
but nothing physical, you know, she said,
and I said sure, because I was lonesome
and that’s how it was.

For a while.  But then there were the stars, 
Verity could see the stars.
It was strange, because she had macular
and couldn’t see my face 
but she could see the stars,
and we must have thought of ourselves and the stars
and how at night you need someone to hold
and remind you you aren’t alone in the universe.

So we held each other,
and old felt good.