self-portrait

Passing Strange

every day
on the cusp
of a self-portrait not as yet.

odd to think,

i am not who i was yesterday,
i am not who i will be tomorrow.

and yet,

you have loved me all along,
seemingly pleased to meet me
again and again.

loving me for who I am,
for who I was,
for who I am not

as yet.

painting: paul cézanne's 'self-portrait with palette'