I look at her
and I see me.
Not necessarily
her nose or her chin
or her lips or her smile.
It’s her eyes.
In her eyes
I see me.
I see her excitement
and her happiness
and her frustration
and her sadness.
And I feel
my excitement
and my happiness
and my frustration
and my sadness.
I feel me.
When I look in the mirror
I see my reflection.
When I look at her
I see me.
