Mirror

We’re on either side of an

Old shared mirror 

Reflecting similarities

Unspoken and undefined. 

Like the way I see myself

When you speak of your own 

Fears; What’s funny; What’s good in life. 

Our thoughts are woven 

But then reflected 

On the wrong side 

Of a broken mirror 

Lost in translation but always…

Just beneath the surface. 

There’s something there. 

When will we learn to be

Different. 

So we can stand next to each other

On one side, seeing through.