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| You are the sun, this is me mirroring you. |
I see your face, though you cannot see mine.
It is a glimpse in the mirror as I walk past the doorway.
Your eyes are focused somewhere else,
so I can look without observation in the reverse.
There are laugh lines, which others can see.
But I know things, not obvious to the casual observer,
and I am nothing close to a casual observer.
I know you have been hit with harsh moments,
between your rust colored eyes, hard.
I know you choose smiles that slide onto your face,
instead of holding the hurt close.
All of these thoughts travel the speed of a blink,
as you see me, watching you, in the mirror.
And, you smile with a question in your eyes,
asking me if all is well?
Which it is, as we mirror each other,
in a moment.
