I am not the first
(And certainly I will not be the last)
To speak with the man in the mirror.
Sullen eyes gaze back at me,
While silent lips provide me with what I need to know.
The perfect reflection,
Allows me to observe every aspect.
For once in my life,
Somebody understands,
And I am not alone,
For I have the man in the mirror.
I Read A Poem Once
a guy was talking about a guy and the last line was, "Well I guess it's time to move from the glass." Like self exam writes. Good one! ~A~