getting older

It’s funny how things change. Things are always changing, sometimes very slowly , like leaves changing color. One day everything is just brown. People leave, doors close, and one day you are looking in the mirror and your skin is like a map. Eyes searching, Trying to trace the lines on your face like roads that have led you to this end. Where did things go wrong . Alone under unforgiving light, walking through silent hallways into empty rooms. When did this face become something unrecognizable to me . When did everything become so unreachable.At what point did you become only someone I once knew. Long ago in some distant world ,we were young and everything was liquid and flowing like blood through veins, ready to gush red and warm. This is the pale afterbirth of a life that I fought so hard for.