THE TWO OF US

I stare at you in the mirror, you stare back.
I blink, you blink.
I look away, you look away.
You are my reflection, an exact replica.
I know what your thinking.
I stare you in the eyes and I can read your thoughts.
You want to look away, but you can't because I won't.
Do others see you the same way I do?
We will never know.
When someone looks at me do they see me or my reflection?
                                                                             
 ~Patrick Kolarik~