These days, people have been telling me 
that I look like you.
When I heard this,
I rushed to a mirror, stood in front of it.
And then I wondered if they meant
I look like how you once used to.
Or how you look now.
And when this question wouldn’t let go of me,
I started looking for you.
It took a while, 
but I found you.
And stood there watching, speechless.
Time-worn.
That word is what you had become.
And right then for the first time,
I felt old.
Time flies doesn’t it,
as we sit there thinking everything will be fine?
But it never does get fine.
There’s just a pang that remains.
And the only time you do realise time has passed,
is when we finally see ourselves
through someone else’s eyes.
For the first time.
