The Other  /29

 

I am he who stares back

just that long: your

reflection in the mirror.

 

Look no further for me

I will always be here,,,

waiting to fill the hollows

of your eyes

as they ask what the others

do not suspect.

 

Reflection is on THIS side

of every shiny object, every

smooth stone, every turn in a

sleepless night:  This is the one

you imagine, 

and I am that part of

you which stays when the rest

wearies of its staring.

 

We are both that much of the mirror,

waiting here for each his turn

to return

 

to the other side

 

with the others.

 

 

29. 

 


 

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