Wrinkles in Time
The lines on your face
tell me you have lived
many lives, many roads
you have seen
And your bright eyes
show me what you have
seen; love, pain, hate and
everything in between
You don’t say anything with
words, but I hear you
completely
The sound of your sorrow
and regret, but
no one really–
knows what you’ve been through,
where you’ve been,
who you’ve seen, and
everything in between
Your hands are not clean
and your eyes still gleam
with the memories
of your past
And everything seems
to make sense at the moment
but once you leave,
no one will notice,
but me and who you’ve met
Because you could never forget
this man who sits here
before me
