Come find me, my love — a poem

It’s my birthday, again.
Aren’t there so many reasons
To be happy,
To be grateful?
As sun greets my mornings
Storms, my afternoons.

I’ve become
An observer of my life
Now. Maybe always.
Grey, but soft silk
Adorning a barrier
I’ve made in between my mind
My reality, and my dreams.

Time is moving on.
A shadow of
Childhoods’ Sarah
A phantom of
My twenties
Sits before a cleaned mirror.

I reach for laughter lines
Under eyes that
People tell me
Are one of my best features.
Digging, always,
Nowadays, it seems
For the sparkle of magic
You ignited in me.

Will I find it again, or better
As year 36 begins?
Hopeful romantic, Sarah
Silly sausage, Sarah
You know, as well as I do,
You’ll never stop
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.