Grace is gone.

You exhilarate me,
exasperate me,
enliven me,
exhaust me, and sometimes you even
embarrass me.

All your changings, all your moody subtleties,
they happen like shadows shift through day.

my friend, my mirror

The lines on your face reflect my own.
Warm eyes are weighted with years of life.
Knowing smile carries a realistic hope with gritty determination.
We have grown, you and I.