There's a man in my mirror
he seems familiar.
but also a complete stranger.

Perhaps in the past
I knew him
and we were the best of friends
but I cannot recall.

I fear this man
for he has grown thin
and worn raw from prolonged exposure
to the elements of emotion.
There is no reflection of me in him.

I should avert my eyes from his
but I know he will still be there.
On the other side,
he is still waiting.

Yet I'm drawn by his gaze into mine
as if he is asking me "Well, what now, Daniel?"
What he means? That I have no clue.

His 1000-yard-stare
magnified from the
charcoal glasses
look back into mine.
Into me.
Right into me...

"It's just you and me now.
Traveling together.
Nobody sees you
like I do.
Nor you do I.
Each time you leave me
know I'm still inside.

We were apart for a while.
We've grown from one into two.
Now that you see me again,
remember that I love you."


His words are simple.
His conviction is true.

This man I fear,
is just a poor soul
wanting to be pain-free.
So, I love this man in return
for that man in my mirror,
is me.