Memo to Self

You've changed.
Something's different.
It's not the same person staring back at you in the mirror.
Your eyes are talking.
Can't catch what they're saying.
But you can hear them.
You look older, but not old.
Different, but the same.
Like someone else, but you're still you.
I think you're growing up.

I don't know what to do with that.
But I like it.