wrinkles

your face has aged this year

and it makes me so mad.

your stronger wrinkles,

I love them more,

exactly like I knew I would.

they tantalize me

foreshadowing your old face

even more clearly.

and they taunt me - already,

I have lost time with you,

debris in the car and handwriting and stories recounted and breakfasts,

the one I want the most with.