Reflect

Mirrors have always intrigued me.

 

 

Reflection

 

Sometimes I walk by without noticing,

but not often.

Eyes that aren’t mine

meeting eyes that are.

I know there is nothing behind them,

it’s only a simple trick,

but they still stare into me.

 

If I look too long

they might swallow me.

 

Each golden green orb surrounded by

long blinking eyelashes and skin tinged

blue by lack of sleep.

 

Every now and then a tear falls slowly

down the curve of my cheekbone and into

the corner of my chapped, red lips

where the tip of my tongue automatically

pulls the salty candy diamond into the

warm cavern of my mouth.

 

But the reflection doesn’t care,

and the eyes that aren’t mine

never change.