Thing about it is...
I felt young, vibrant, wistful
When I was around you...

Now that you’re gone...
I feel my age...
The old in my skin...
Would take me a week to count my greys
Wrinkles are more apparent
And I hate looking into the mirror
At the person that lost you...

You were on my skin and was easy to
Wash off...
Now
You’re
In My Bones
Embedded
Forever
Aging me
Rapidly