Wrinkles
I fade into you
and you become young.
You look back at me,
those eyes so blue,
and I am won.
You smile at me
and tiny lines take form.
You care for me;
those lines
become my home.
When we must part
those lines will deepen.
Wrinkles they've become,
my home so dear;
I would not leave them.
You look for me
when I am not here.
Listen to the echoes
of your wrinkles,
for I am there.