Look. See. Who is that, there?
Silver reflections of who I was, then.
When I looked like, me, or what I thought was me.
See, past the wrinkles, drooping jowls, baldness, sadness.
Way back then, way past forgotten memories,
Glum glimmers of almost beauty, almost hope, way back
To naivety, back in among the fears, the grave, puzzled, perplexed
Apprehension of long-ago youth.
I almost forget those days, but then, like now,
I remember
That I have forgotten so much when
I see
That look.
The reflection, the silver reflection, looking at me, pleading,
Where did I go, where was the intersection on that lonely
Country road when I took the other path, the path
Curved, and bent, that lent shadows to such a bright day?
That led me away to somewhere else, a different me,
A stranger somehow, now looking out
From the mirror, my mirror, of
Who I was, where I was going, then, finally, finding me
Here?
