The Stranger in the Mirror

Change they say is inevitable

But Who is that?

I see every day now, but hardly recognize

The Stranger, in the mirror

The clear eyes, the light hearted smile…

Easy happiness in the little things..

Innocent. I was. where was I now?

Rather what am i now? I wonder.

In the nights, on the cot

After all is still and quiet

waiting for that sleep, still eluding

I lie, search for me, as I remember  

I shut my eyes tightly

And search within

For a trace of me,

as I, long ago, had been

Dark it is… inside…

And quite heavy too

Nothing that I want to see

Nothing that I want to be…                                                         

Hot tears escape through…

Through, the closed eyes

And run down my cheeks

Before dying into the pillows…

Probably the last proof

Of my existence, as I once was

As I only and I, only, remember.

Change, they say is inevitable.