He said he wanted someone younger,
That was alright for me, I supposed, I was so young, fresh out of school myself,
Often made me insecure how inexperienced I was, how I juxtaposed so sharply against his grey streaks and the attractive lines in his face,
His age emboldened him, made him striking,
There was a large bridge between us that I had yet to cross, that he was already walking away from.
This large chasm filled with despair and heartbreak and love that I had yet to endure,
And he had already seen it all.
I wonder if he wanted me for that precise reason,
He had grown bored, perhaps, and had wanted to live again,
My pale smooth skin yet to be carved reminded him of his own boyish days, maybe
He wanted to mold me into his image,
Into a better version of himself,
And so I let him
