I see wrinkles
picked up on the facial
expression superhighway
of the mind, emotions
turned into communcation
to the heart

tell the age of page
after page, of his story,
and the tracks of what
was experienced
creates a grand
canyon of skin
enveloping the
past into a way
to say what is now

I am curt to my look
fixating on each line
this afternoon, wondering
how many more I am
to build tomorrow

I looked older
and felt five

chills, there
fingers through my hair
and rubbing my head
trying to make me
forget that so many
were there,
I loved that they
were there, and wished
for more to find their place.

and when I told her
she didnt stop for a second