An old man rocks gently
Lost in his thoughts
In his own little world

An old woman sits next to him
Rocking gently in time
Her hand on his
Lost in her thoughts
In her own little world

They startle
And stare at each other
Wondering who it is
Staring back

They smile
For a mere second the memory is there
And they rock, hand in hand
In their own little world

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