Bryan Riley

(September 2,1966 / Salem, Massachusetts)

My Face in the Mirror

Most days, it's just a cursory glance
-face covered in shaving cream-
the morning routine; a quick check to
make sure I didn't miss a spot- the press
of the day urging me forward- no time for
reflection, as it were.

The person inside feels the same as ever,
frozen back in the past at some indeterminate
age (maybe 18 or 20) certainly NOT
this present one.

Today, as I looked at my face,
really studied it, in the mirror,
I could see how the years had piled up.
As I looked closer I could see, in the reflected eyes,
the person inside, looking back at me with
the same level of bewilderment I was feeling-

just before we asked each other:

'Who the hell are YOU? '

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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This morning, I had extra time, it being my day off. As I looked in the mirror, I really looked at myself. This is about getting older.

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  • Lyn Paul (8/15/2013 10:33:00 PM)

    I like that extra time in the mirror- it gives me more time to hide my wrinkles. This is an interesting write from a male. Pleased to hear your concern there are lots of products out there for you Bryan if you are wanting to spend more time in that spot. THank you for this (Report) Reply

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