by Richard Vince
Some days, windows become mirrors
And I can’t see beyond the reflections.
Not that there is anything I need to see:
I just like to know that I can.
Curved glass distorts, and
Tinted glass discolours, so
I prefer plain.
I never know, though. I can see
But never know. The questions
Elude me, let alone the answers.
Still I find myself endlessly wondering.
In pictures, my face looks wrong:
I am not used to seeing myself
As others see me.
One morning, I will look through
The curved glass and see her
Reflecting my smile, and it will
Make my day.
All this beauty surrounding her,
And all she can do is frown.
I must remember
Not to do the same.
Posted on 10/09/2011
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