Reflection.

You rang the doorbell tonight

And I came – knowing it was you.

When I peered into the window,

I saw my own reflection.

An aged version of myself,

With a peculiar sort of expression.

Face wrinkled with age, eyes focused;

Yet still, we looked one and the same.

As our reflections overlapped and warped into one,

I was unsure who I was looking at.

Shocked – I stumbled backwards laughing hysterically at this coincidence.

Surprised – Your face beamed with a sort of pride, and all evidence of age was erased.