Strolling in the park, he and she –
Aging, overweight, their bodies long past beauty;
Yet they dress with care and with colour,
Each for the other,
With affection.

In their minds—as a melody is remembered,
An orchestra imagined in the silence—
They perceive themselves
Not as time and weariness have tarnished them,
But as they were so many decades past
And will remain: their psyches fresh and young –
The husks alone have grown grotesque.