There are days when I see you there,
With your eyes the same as mine.
There are days when I touch my skin,
But it still belongs to you.
I worry about the things you’ve said,
When you used this mouth we share.
I worry about the things you’ve done,
With these hands that touch my face.
And I know that now it has been years,
Since you walked far in this skin.
But some days I catch a glimpse of me,
And you are all I see.
reflection by kaitlyn hudd