NaPoWriMo 18: Faded

Your face seems familiar.

The way your nose is slightly askew. 

And the long lashes that frame your eyes.

I must be looking in a mirror.

The similarity is striking.

But you're older, much older.

My beautiful locks of gold have faded into gray.

The figure I once had is bent over in pain.

I know we all must age.

And every life is a timer.

Ticking away, minute by minute.

But must I end up like this?

Is this my future, my fate?

a.d. (am i you?)