memoirs of a mirror

                                             


                                                    Memoirs of a mirror

I see you
for you.
your image
imprinted
in me;
searching
staring
crying

you,
lash out at me,
yelling at me,
yelling at you
for i,
am you,
your reflection
searching
staring
crying

i have seen you
heard you
felt your knuckles,
crunched tight, turnig white, against my silvery frame.
Untill bright, crimson red
trickles down my face
your face
ours.
as you stand
searching
staring
shouting

its me that sees it
saw it long ago
buried deep in your resentful eyes
your critical eyes
our critical eyes. i watched you
searching
staring
shouting
till, atlast, you could shout no more.