Give me laugh lines and wrinkles
I want proof of the jokes we shared
Engrave the lines into my face like
The roots of a tree that grow deeper
With each passing year
I want sunspots as souvenirs
For the beaches we laid on
I want to look like I was
Never afraid to let the world
Take me by the hand
And show me what it’s made of
I want to leave this place knowing
I did something with my body
Other than trying to
Make it look perfect