when i look in the mirror, i do it, because i must.
i don’t like to be looked at, especially not by someone
who knows me almost as well as i know myself.
i cannot repress what i know of, when i look in the mirror.
i must reveal every wrinkle, every scar and every imperfection
and be reminded where they came from
and that – perhaps – i had it coming.
when i look in the mirror
i see who i have been
who i am, today
and who i will be
when time comes
and takes what is yet left.