in the reflection
is a woman
nothing special
late twenties
two eyes, mouth, nose, two ears
just the same as you
only not the same

these two brown eyes
dull, empty have seen
life, death
good days, bad
love, hate
beauty, pain

this smile as bright as the sun
hiding true feelings
so well, it’s believable
happy, even
absent in solitude

but you, what do you see
do you see what’s in the reflection
or do you see the things I’ve seen
the things I’ve hidden

I’m not sure if I’ll ever see what you see
though, if you let me, I’d like to try