Literal Poetry

 My scattered silver hair

Shine in direct sunlight 

They caught my attention 

I see them in the mirror 

A moment of clarity 

Receipts from the sorrows I 've had to overcome

Silver scars of war  

We are still here... 

I am still here. 

I keep going... 

A feeling of affection for this woman I see in front of me 

I whisper tenderly to the reflection 

"I love you... Thank you... You have been my best companion... "

I wrap my hands around myself, awkwardly

I don't care if it looks silly 

Because to me this is the purest, truest and most wholesome kind of affection I have ever received...