Old man

Silently, I came into the room.
For sure he didn't see me.
Looking at his unhappy, old face and empty eyes
Staring through folds of aging skin
I see his first love
Or maybe his wife who left him
For a younger man
He sits
Clutching his soft jacket
to keep out the cold he really feels within
Bought, maybe by her
in a slightly wealthier time
when each was happy and the son
shone brightly on their lives
Love can make a person die inside
and even cause the flesh to wither
like an old flower
Silently, I leave him,
alone with his lonely thoughts.