everyday I’m stared into cried to, confessed to when the face appears in my vision, she usually stays a while, never looking the same from the time she arrives to the moment she leaves, face outline and colorful one moment smudged and plain the next
on occasion she has a lover to show me taking up a space I could never fill, telling her sweet little words that ring in her ears but they come and they go, never long to stay, no one like me. they don’t see it all the highs, the lows her smiles and bright eyes as they dim at night
when her hope seems lost i wish to cradle her wrap her in arms that i cannot afford i wish she saw herself the way i see her i wish those she brought around gave her more but she always returns to me, day after day staring into my eyes and speaking to me she knows i am voiceless yet she feels me listening unless
unless she speaks only to herself the reflection she stares at she doesn’t see me, just her eyes in my sight that’s the thing about mirrors we’re all an illusion