Mouse, cat, man,

Sequence of quiet.

Long line after the writhing.

A body for the compost,

One for the grave, one for the sea.

One hundred, one and young.

A day changes little.

A century changes less than you might think.

Steady - time, for him, was strong and slow.

And he was for me, for a decade, time.

Ten years since, one year until…

He made it, he missed her - their love, their time.

He saw her in the room,

He’ll meet her in the sea.