FOR DAVID
by J. ALEX HUERTA

Recently I’ve been noticing the lines growing in the corners of your eyes and I think you fear them 

But I love the way your face has changed over the years I’ve known you like each smile is the best kind of scar 

worn with pride 

sorely earned 

like my best friend’s mom, sixty-eight, with a smile that lights the room a grown-up hippie with her hair still long 

A lengthy history of love and grief, worn out 

for all of us to see 

I’m jealous of you, to tell the truth. 

In my mornings, in the mirror, 

I just see the same face each day 

and I wonder what it would be like to slip inside another skin to love the form I live within

even as I age and grow wiser 

But I’m afraid that my own eyes won’t be graced with your laugh lines I’m afraid that my fears will follow me, 

that I won’t grow past doubt and insecurity 

into a person I want to be - with 

long 

silver 

hair 

smiles 

etched in my 

skin 

AUTHOR BIO:

J. Alex Huerta lives in NYC and really, really loves cats. They are trying to learn how to relax more.