YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE I KNOW YOU

the_stranger_in_the_mirror_by_dienutza

 

You look at me like

I know you

different, yet the same somehow.

 

I smile, I think,

beneath a puzzling clock

but something else stares back

like confusion, perhaps, or

acceptance.

 

Like, maybe you’re

not who I thought you were.

 

I hear my children’s laughter

linger in empty rooms

smelling of old toys,  

and the walls age and

change and stay the same

like me

and some of it makes sense.

 

But mostly

you look at me

like I know you  

and I feel that

 

maybe

I am doing something right.

 

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