Mirrors
Under the shelter of the bus stop I am.
Wondering whether or not to make it.
Under the mirror of reality I am beginning to prolong this misunderstanding
That me and the trails of reflections are having against each other
i love you, do you love me
even though we are two complete strangers
that don’t even know each other.
i am her and you are over there
and i see you as i you see me
but the only real difference is
that I’m real and you’re not
OK---- You are real in your dimension
in your world apart from me.
but being apart from me you r apart of me
you have become the glass
that stares at me in places like restaurants and cities
like Arecibo and or New York
when i don’t see you i stare at the shadow
yes that reflecting image
that are the mirrors of my everyday life
so i begin to wonder can i really love you.
As being that i see you every day.
I wonder do i enjoy your reflected company
because your company is over there
and I’m over here
i will like to enjoy your everyday of my life.
Because you have my eyes and you have my lips.
You have my heart and everything that it grips,
in the darkness of the night
you have become that’s darker than the night.
Why?
Because you are my each and everyday reflection...
