For twenty eight years,
he has been in my life.
So many seasons, months, days and hours.
As I look in the mirror,
I see in my face,
those twenty eight years.
I am no longer a young teenager,
feisty, mouthy and full of ambition.
I see the dyed, almost purple, hair,
the sun spots,
and the wrinkles I refer to,
as my “laughter lines”.
I see someone that children would think of as “old”.
Yet when I look at my husband,
I do not see,
the face so obviously reflected in the mirror.
I do not see that his hair is no longer black,
nor do I see any sign of aging.
My eyes do not stop,
as they adjust to his superficial features.
Instead when he smiles,
I see the young man in his early twenties,
I first met whilst on holiday.
As he speaks,
I remember the early days of fun and much laughter,
when I shamelessly pursued him.
And I remember how I would feel,
when I would hear his gentle voice on the phone,
speaking with his singsong Cork accent.
An accent I had disliked prior to our meeting.
When he walks towards me,
my eyes are further deceived.
They never truly see,
the changes from youth to man,
that have taken place,
in those twenty eight years.
Instead I see his purposeful walk,
which I first really noticed,
on a lovely evening in October,
many years ago.
An evening when we were meeting up,
for the first time,
having returned from holidays,
where our story began.
I clearly see,
that evening when I saw him turn the corner,
by St Stephens Green Park,
and walk towards me.
That evening when he walked and half ran,
in my direction.
That evening when I saw him in the distance,
and my heart nearly burst in my chest.
That evening when I gave my soul,
to this relative stranger.
So today as I look critically in the mirror,
and see the face in front of me,
I hope his eyes are as deceitful as mine.
As the years will hopefully continue to roll by,
I hope we can always be,
as fresh to each other as we once were.
And that for each other we will always be just a little bit blind.
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