The Girl On the Other Side of the Mirror

I watch her face, wondering what she's thinking.

Then I know, from that familiar look.

She's so readable, but tries to wear a mask.

A mask that everyone can see right through.

She gives me a grimace, and that's okay,

because my mask is just as worn.

Her eyes meet mine, brown and brown.

I would say they look like an ocean,

but again, brown.

No, they pierce so deep,

I imagine that she's seeing my soul.

Because, I can see her's,

it's beautiful.

So many colors and hues.

With bittersweet memories,

long, lost, buried thoughts.

Explosions of light,

shimmers of stars.

I hope that the soul she's looking at is just as beautiful.