Ten years!
a decade,
did I fade?

Do you think I still look good?
would you tell me or
would you
let me go on imagining that
I'm still in the spring of my life.

What then in another ten
will I know you
will you remember me
will we even be?

I know that I'm no longer him who goes to the gym to build up his pecs,
I'm the man inside wearing slippers and specs who pets the dog and goes out at night to look at the stars,
but somehow the same.

Life only gets livelier when you live it.