And look at the reflection of me.
I do not recognize who I am,
Or the woman I have come to be.
The mirror reflects a stranger,
Yet the face looks oddly the same.
But there is something decidedly different,
About the image that has my name.
I see a sadness in her face,
Her eyes have lost their gleam.
The eyes are even greener now,
So I know her emotions are very extreme.
She looks as if she has lost something,
And I can only deduce it involved her heart.
From what I see looking back at me,
I can tell she's been torn apart.
She has a look of uncertainty,
Like something is definitely amiss.
I can't help but to stare at her,
And actually see her reminisce.
Her face changes from lonliness,
To confusion, judging by her worried brow.
It's as if she is finally realizing,
What has been happening up till now.
She allowed herself to love,
And be loved in return.
But it was a love that would not last,
A lesson she has sadly learned.
The news of what had happened today,
To the one she held so dear.
She learned today of his passing,
And now she sheds a tear.
The love that I see in her face,
Is clouded now with deep pain.
She doesn't know how to deal with the loss,
And doesn't think she'll love again.
I look at her and conclude,
This is where I must draw the line.
Because the image in the mirror,
Is mine,
Debbie Dodson
April 04, 2000
