Art meets reality.

I am expecting her
any minute now
the woman who
before I get too old
will validate
the footprints
of my passing in time
or rather appreciate (or cherish) them
but how will I recognize her ?
will she be straight-backed
or walk with a stoop ?
fair-haired or dyed?
bake lovely biscuits?
and what will she sound like ?
as a distant echo of me ?
do I really have to keep waiting ?
for someone who will never be
while waiting
I will keep on making impressions
of my struggle
art meets reality