My Familiar friend

Each passing day sees a small but perceivable change….An extra wrinkle here and there,
But I would tell you it’s a laughter line- a clear  sign of  levity.
For so many years I never really looked at that face that launched a thousand zits,
I loved it from a distance
But wished I had known it sooner.
But as time went by I saw the beauty in your  slightly crooked smile,
The perfect, even teeth and the  slowly developing double chin…
That persistent   single hair that always needs a tweeze before you  exit into the outside world
These small details all make yours a  face that I could recognise with my eyes closed
By touch alone
A face like no other, one that smiles at me, cries with me, frowns and glares at me
Whose bleary eyes tell a tale of too many dirty martini’s  and late nights
I love that face, If I don’t love it who would ?
Ah I see you looking at me…don’t you just love mirrors?