The Mirror

I am beginning to see the edges of me.
Cheekbones.
Collar bones.
Hollows.
Shadows.
Here, a grey hair.
There, an etched line.
This way, a curve.
That way, a carving.
The image is still blurry,
somewhat indistinct.
But, I am taking up space.
Present.
I see long sweeping lines,
textured veins.
I am more faded than I thought.
But getting brighter,
stiller,
clearer, every day.
I am an outline –
annotated
by years yet to come.

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