Who are you? …by Jessie 4/05
I met a man this morning I didn’t really like
I looked into his eyes and saw the darkness of night
The feeling I got was empty, I’m doubt we even spoke
The staring just continued, connection never broke
Some how he looked familiar, his face I could not place
The way he continued looking at me, the scowl upon his face
Then it’s as if a fog rolled in, the image began to fade
So I wiped the mirror one more time, exposing the reflection of my face