Even if I’ve sagged and wrinkled
would you find me beautiful when I laughed?
Could you possibly recognize what will
be me in so many years, or will you pass me
by? Even if I do not recognize myself?
Will we ever even speak again, like we used
to, like good friends should? Or will a nose be
turned and no words spoken as we walk back out
of each other’s lives. I sometimes wish I knew,
so that the time I waste wondering is not in vain.
Mere memories left behind like a stained rug,
leave no room for hope in this ever shrinking world
we call home. I cannot wait, as I’m pushed forward
towards an unseen horizon. I will often recall,
the way you spoke when we were alone, or the
twinkle that seemed to possess your eyes in that time.
Even when I’m old, if I see that spark ignite
I am sure I will see you again, even if you don’t see me.
This time, I will acknowledge you without hesitation,
and when I do I hope you remember too, who I used to be with you.
© Copyright 2015 Tina Marie Winslow
Tina Marie Winslow was born in Warren Maine where she enjoyed riding her four-wheeler, swimming and camping with her parents and two older siblings. She now resides in Bayonne, NJ, and works in Jersey City as a Jet Ski tour guide around NYC. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, watching bad TV shows, and snuggling on the couch with her boyfriend Chan and her 4 adorable cats.
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