Reflection - 2nd Draft

I see you; subtlety is not your strong suit.

You hold me with a stare,

I look away first.

 

In you I know them;

generations sit in the lines of your face

like branches on an ancestry tree.

 

You shock me.

I shatter your face into a thousand and four pieces

but you always return fully formed.

 

I seek you out,

find pleasure in your face

and pursue opportunities to see you again.

 

I watch you change,

like paper browning and spotting with age,

but your edges won’t curl to conceal them from sight;

instead you smile

and show me how we have lived.