the last time we met

I have changed, you know.
My hair is longer and greyer
My waistline has more inches
I don't wear the same lip colour,
my make-up is more elaborate
to hide the years on my skin. Not that
I'm ashamed of the wrinkles. Just that
I don't want others to count the years that
I have been.

My clothes are different, more room
to allow misplaced elegance.

If we meet again, you may not recognise me
and I may not remember you.
For now, thanks for dropping by.