My reflection


My reflection

What I often see in the mirror, I wonder if its me.

It moves like I do, even if I stand alone behind a tree.

It waves at me and I wave back.

It seems to have the same sloppy movement when I run along the track.

When I grin, I swear it does that too.

I look him in the face, to see if there is anything at all displaced.

But what I see is what should be,

a nose, two eyes, a mouth, two ears, countless hair with nothing spare.

I am certain that everything is there.

But I have a feeling that he looks at me when I turn away and my eyes do stray.

I do not care just as long, when I need him, he’ll always be there.


— J M Lysun —

Copyright © 2014 J M Lysun. All Rights Reserved.



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