These Fleeting Seconds

Granted, we have aged well.
But still, I have tried, in mere minutes,
to count, “how many lines
have crisscrossed your forehead?”
Or how many gray hairs
are now there
at your temples?
And when and how and where,
“was each one earned?”
And I wonder, in what seems,
these fleeting seconds,
how much of my face,
have your eyes scanned and remembered?

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