Beautiful Strangers

A Poem

Photo by Alice Triquet on Unsplash

Smile lines, like a charcoal portrait, peak through. Overshadowing the youth that once was. Because nothing lasts forever. We are strangers to ourselves. Looking into a mirror, the gray strands atop your head wave like a new friend. The kind you only want to see in passing. Chit-chatting briefly as you both go your separate ways. These days, the heaviness of your bones becomes noticed, they hold you up as you try to hold…