Recognition

Poetry Sunday

Photo by Ritika S on Unsplash

I recognize
the tired in your eyes
the lines that wrinkle your brow
before you say a word.

I recognize
a time before when we had no
lines, with a smooth shine
and furrowed brows never stuck
to our faces the way they do
with age and wear
little sleep will erase
the creases that we keep
exposed despite our deepest
wishes for unadulterated
youth.

But I recognize
that I will love you
until the day these lines
consume both our faces
each one connected
to wishes we made
come true.