When I Think Of You

When I Yhink Of You

When I think of you

I've heard your name

Somewhere, some place

I see a picture 

Of your face

Remembering an image

Embroidered in my mind

But when I see you now

My heart races

My hands tremble

Because I see myself

As I was

Not as I am

But time has done

What memory cannot

As dark hair turns grey

Old scars return 

Lines appear

That were never there

And I ask myself silently

“Is this old age

Or is this a game

Life plays on us

To mark the time we spent

Trying to find ourselves?”

D.A. Wittler 10/22/26