What is it that you see?
Well, I check the hair (of course) and then look through the mirror to see the man I want to be.
He stares back at me and says, you alright?
Yes, I say and the hair looks good today.
It’s the other guy, I’m worried about, l add.
There’s a not a word from him.
I continue, you see, that guy, the one that stares at the reflective shadows of who I was and who I’m meant to be.
He’s there looking right back at me.
I pause, give him my best Dorian Gray twinkle of an eye.
One last quick glance and I see him look away from me.
Until next time.
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