The mirror image

day 173

I never look
I never stare
At the woman with the curly hair
I never peer
I never seek
At the woman who looks so weak

I always knew
I always thought
That seeing her would bring distraught
That she would change
and make me fake
And with my spirit she would take

But now I look
And now I care
About the woman with curly hair
And now I smile
And now I see
The mirror image showing me