age

there is age, even when you don’t
count with your fingers or your
toes, i know you see through me
much like a child learning his
numbers, beyond digits or the
lines drawn upon my forehead…
am i a zero or a one, numbers
only analytically you can divulge,
but secretly you keep me ever
so young in my own heart that
i become oblivious of time,
the years we have omitted from
this arrangement, so sorry i am
when i miss a smile’s count or
laughter’s tally… it is as
though for the first time, it
seems, I’ve grown quite old

-mr gahon 7/30/15