Face pressed hard against the glass

A cold darkness holds my breath

 but for a moment

My hand traces each curve

My eyes transfixed

In the beauty of brokeness

Pulled apart by youth

Pieced together by life

Each year etched deeply on my skin

So worn ,  sketched with every minute

With every breath

All those years

My body quietly taking note

Knowing one day I would see the person looking back

Beautifully broken

Yet beautifully me