Ida

She didn't recognize the woman looking back at her.
There was something familiar in the eyes. 
They seemed cloudier, fuzzier than she remembered. 
Time hadn't been friendly.
Love letters yellowed in her vanity drawer, 
Sentiments from suitors long gone - yet somehow, she had never forgotten. 
The taste of the one still lingered on her lips... His scent ghostly in the air. 
Those days had faded with the glow of her skin leaving dimpled thighs and crow's feet. 
Oh, but in her day! She was a force!
All black hair, red lips, and swagger. 
Even with a few extra pounds, the gentlemen beat at her door. 
But this woman...
She wore the same lipstick...
She had the same hair albeit a shade of silver blue. 
But there was no one at the door.
The phone no longer rang
And everything around her seemed antique and frayed.