She flips through the pictures.
The face looking back at her
Is recognizable, but obviously, not current.
How pretty she was then!
How different she is now…
Her face faded
Like a Dorian Gray painting.
Still, life ticks by.
She no longer counts the minutes or the hours
Because they have become useless.
Her friends and family have
She stares at the old pictures
Wishing for youth
And waiting for the year of her death.