Self Reflection

mirror image

We lock eyes each day


that stranger in the mirror and I


She smirks as I wince at the wrinkled reflection


Who is that woman with strands of silver

falling across aging eyes?


She follows me as I walk swiftly down the path by the sea


Silly thing, she struggles to keep up


I bend and twist and reach for the sky as she rests

on that old park bench


I laugh and climb the hill two steps at a time


She falls further behind


disappearing as the day carries me away


It isn’t until evening creeps in and my frenetic energy wanes,

that she reappears


Our eyes meet again as I reach to dry my freshly-washed face

and I see my counterpart, wincing


It’s been a long day





photo: Pinterest

prompt: Poetic Asides


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