Today.

Today I’m thinking listlessly

About the lines on my face,

At the corners of my eyes,

In the centre of my brow.

I think about the looseness

Of my skin, gently hanging

From my arms.  I think,

How long it’s been

Since I was a young girl,

Running about the yard,

Wrecking havoc with my silliness.

I think about the time,

When I threw off my pants,

For one night in a skirt

To feel the freeness

Of a girl wanting to flirt.

It was just a game,

That faded after a few hours,

Figures, I think

The dawn had not yet come,

For a girl who liked shorts,

And skin-tight jeans.

I think about the dawn,

Under the rising sun,

Where the shadows stretch on end,

Like the time when the darkness sets.

There’s a shadow at my back,

Telling me a story,

Of a girl long ago,

That’s different from the one now.

She had long hair,

And a pretty face,

Eager to please,

Eager to work.

I think about the day

When everything was bright,

With the brightness of tomorrow,

And the lightness of love.

There was never a moment,

When I felt like I was alone,

Yet now the dawn has risen,

And the day has begun,

I think, where am I tomorrow,

With these lines on my face,

The sagging figure,

And the hopeless feeling?

I think there’s no hope,

As I yearn for the past,

Remembering the carefree days,

The lack of stress,

And gleaming summer months.

But just when I think,

That there’s no more hope,

A voice calls for me,

To return to bed.

I think, as let those arms enfold me,

Loose and wrinkly like mine,

That’s right, I don’t care about yesterday,

If I can have today.