it's not me

a man
who looks like
you
stares back
from
the mirror.
but it's not
you.
you are younger,
and taller,
you have
more hair,
less wrinkles.
you don't look
anything like
that.
you try to
ignore this
stranger,
but he refuses
to look or
go away. you
have no choice
but to live
with him,
and him with you,
whoever that
might be
today.