Ageless

I used to stand at the mirror

and breathe onto the glass

until no one was there;

air filled my lungs

but emptiness lurks in living spaces.

Then you rose

from the centre of my life,

spilling over the brim

like a fountain onto dry grass

and flowers now bloom at my feet.

You make me feel beautiful

when you nudge the memory of my youth

with your eyes.

We are everlasting, you say,

as wrinkles appear on our sheets,

ageless.

© Christine Magee