Look

With you, it is your reflection
I stare at most intently;
it shows the qualities
I want to see.
But if you took my hand
for a moment turned me away
from my glassy gaze,
I'd find you not the same
because the mirror was mine,
and you in real life
are blurry around the edges.
I'm sorry I thought I could make you
who you are, who you are not.
You were already made
and all I had to do was look.

~March 6, 2011