I See You
I often pretend that you don’t exist, as if I’ve no idea what you look like, or rather, who you look like.
After my shower, the mirror in the bathroom is too steamy to notice. Other mirrors are lost? Unneeded.
As I go about my daily activities, I catch glimpses of you but ignore you.
I ignore you as I’m ashamed.
I see you, I do.
I love you. That’s my truth.