It’s a transparent glass
for when I see myself
I am seeing you seeing me,
from the corners, from the glass
smiling at me without a reason

my anxious heart can’t bear this
the mercury and the reflection’s creation.
Unless I hear you
or see you, before all this
my morning disturbs itself
by your visions and voices.

This distance somehow,
has nothing to do with
memories of ours,
We humans have built computers,
without emotions and a without heart
but at the end of day
I shall seek you in mirrors,
seeking our heart, seeking ourselves

I peek in the mirror
and the shaving blade cleaves through my chin,
somehow the flower blossoms, like every morning
because I see you, smiling at me
for love is a mirror.

you are my mirror.