Expiry Date

It doesn’t creep

in the middle of the night.

It’s not that cold shiver

you experience as the

first golden leaves fall

at the end of summer.

It’s not the cold ache

biting into your skin

in the middle of winter,

or the silence that slips in

behind the laughter.

Our fallibility falls like dust motes,

coating one and all equally

in the inevitable: our expiration.

Copyright held by Eloise De Sousa (2021)

8 responses to “Expiry Date

  1. Beautiful. But I’d rather think of it as a transformation rather than an expiration. 🙂


  2. A poignant beautifully sad poem read by me on national poetry day. God speed lovely Eloise.


  3. This is lovely, Eloise. And even more powerful knowing what you’re going through. Sending healing vibes across the miles. Hugs on the wing.


  4. Stay strong, my friend {{hugs}}


  5. A beautiful poem, Eloise. The laughter is important.


  6. Dear Eloise, so very touching and special. Thinking of your and wishing you well. Love x


  7. A beautiful poem Eloise, sending you healing vibes. Thinking of you 💜💜💜


  8. Hi Eloise, this is very thought provoking. A bit like The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe which also makes me reflect.


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