The woman (in the mirror)

I saw her again today,

staring back at me.

Looking me up and down.

Taking in every little detail.

Every flaw.

A stranger’s face; all too familiar.

She’s been coming here more often,

so I’ve been coming here more often

hoping to see her

again.

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