THE YOU I WANT TO KNOW
When I look at you,
You mimic me.
When I smile,
You smile.
When I cry,
You cry.
When I laugh,
You laugh.
You are not the you
I used to know.
You are different from the you,
I grew to know.
I'm trying to figure you out,
For you will be with me until I die.
As I turn to walk away,
You walk away.
I quickly turn my head to see you,
And you are looking back at me.
I may never figure you out,
The you in my mirror.
May 1997
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I love the artistic quality of this poem...holding the mystery till the very end.
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