As time ages,
So to does the flesh on my bones.

Unrecognizable to those that are so familiar with my youth.

That my appearance is treated as that of the first encounter with a stranger.

My soul shrinks in sorrow,
like a old widow.

But,
Alive I am.
Alive are we.

Thoughts and memories surfaces.

But drafted are the dreams that may never be fulfilled.

Nothing seems to...