In your face
I see my marks of age.
In your words
I read my silent rage.
In your voice
I hear my longing.
In your following
I find my belonging.
In your tension
I feel my hidden lust;
your fears echo my own
lack of trust.
Your story of betrayal
conjures up my cross and nail.
Mirror, mirror,
how can it be
that you reflect so much of me?