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.