These days, people have been telling me
that I look like you. When I heard this,
I rushed to a mirror, stood in front of it. And then I wondered if they meant
I look like how you once used to. Or how you look now. And when this question wouldn’t let go of me,
I started looking for you. It took a while,
but I found you. And stood there watching, speechless. Time-worn.
That word is what you had become. And right then for the first time,
I felt old. Time flies doesn’t it,
as we sit there thinking everything will be fine? But it never does get fine.
There’s just a pang that remains. And the only time you do realise time has passed, is when we finally see ourselves
through someone else’s eyes. For the first time.