I see reflections everywhere.

Brick walls reflect the shimmering green blade summer days,

with 4-square games in a gated yard- wherewithal a Huffy backboard and bent rim- I was LEBRON JAMES!

Glass window panes reflect the exit of dad's leather silhouette.

Tie-dyed walls reflect blue/red splatters traced with a syringe paintbrush.  

And you reflect me, because I am you, and you I.

You are more than a piece of me.

You reflect everything I ever was or wanted to be.