a reflection of yourself
in the store
window
as you walk by,
you hesitate
for a moment,
and examine the person
that you've become.
am i really, that old?
that tired,
that heavy in the waist,
do i really slump like
that when i walk.
is there really no hair line,
is this how others see
me now?
the eyes squint
in denial,
assuming bad lighting
and the angle,
before quickly moving on.
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