I yearn for the pucker of youth that I once relished,
I ache for the shimmering face that could arrest the eyes of others,
A pursing of my lips only discloses the sunken contours of my face,
A wild flaring of my eyes only exudes bleakness,
My soul is dim,
I’m a shattered rose,
I crave the fragrance of light musk, summer dresses, flower picking, the lightness of step.
Time, you wait for nobody!
Time, you are not my friend!
I close my eyes in fear of my knowledge,
Inside I cry,