Troy Nelson Poet Free verse

Conversations With a Mirror

I see you, 
and we both look the same way, 
our eyes move together, 
I know what I'm thinking, 
I speak 
but only hear myself 
but i cannot read your lips 
for further proof. 

It's strange 
how you are there 
every time I am, 
but I wonder 
what's your world like 
on the other side....? 
Surely it is fate that we meet 
every time 
always haunted by an appearance 
I'm not too sure is mine, 
what do you see on the other side? 
Do you see me? 
Or am I just seeing you? 

How can I ever be soo sure 
That it is truly I that I see? 
I feel my face when I'm not looking at you. 

They say I'm beautiful. 

I like you there on the other side 
you intrigue me. 
Maybe I and them 
don't see eye to eye 
when I tell you 
what I think of you. 
Shallow, 
but perhaps, they, 
do not see 
what I see.

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