Sliver gleaming
The eyes
Looking back at me
The face
So like mine
A shell
Of what once was
She mimics my movement
The strokes
One
Two three
Four
Five
Of brushing
The graying hair
She puts the brush down
And peers deeper
Beyond
The cracks
And canyons
Understanding
My surprise
My sorrow
Of realization
We acknowledge
Eachother
In silent
Nods
She is all that remains
Reminding me
Of what I once was
And what I am
Now.
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