Where Ever You Might Be

I was looking in the mirror,

And found to my surprise-

A stranger staring back at me,

With hard, and wary eyes.

Gone, the innocence of youth-

The strength of middle age-

A lot of bad decisions,

Were written on the page.

Scars, and wrinkles say a lot-

You are like an open book.

The past is written plainly,

If one knows how to look.

I could see each rash decision,

And the signs oft left by pain-

Which serve as a reminder-

Of what not to do again.

Regrets, oh, yes, I have some-

And memories, not a few-

Of people who have long been dead-

Or merely, lost, like you.

Lost, in this sense, only-

You are not here with me…

But, dear, I wish you all the best-

Wherever you might be.