When she looks at me, it breaks my heart.
She has sad eyes and her lips are pouty.
She looks like she's had rough nights.
I watch as she folds her arms tightly;
with her legs trembling.
I see something in her eyes,
They tell stories.
Stories of love lost, found and lost again.
I see the utmost yearning for the unknown.
Her depression seems infectious.
Her pain is quite delirious with blindness
Because she can’t explain her pain or why it exists
Then her eyebrows curve in a frown
Her once calm face thickens
As I take one last look at my reflection,
Reality hits me and then, I step away from the mirror.