I see you in the mirror your eyes have tiny lines. The way you smile back at me the same way every time. I hear your voice, I hear your laugh the humors just the same. The way you get frustrated by the curly hair you try to tame. The same gentle hands that reach to touch a loved one standing close. These are all the things I miss and think about the most. Because its not you standing there in the mirror that I see. The woman that’s reflected, that looks so much like you …is me.
[This message has been edited by Lucie (edited 08-18-99).]