Where Did I Go?

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?