Man In The Mirror

Titivated myself
Took to the standing mirror
There he was,
Right under my nose he stood.
Up his fontanel
Scanning down his soles
The man duplicates me
His skin as dark as mine;
His figure, a copy of mine
Dressed as I
I vividly recall,
I’ve seen him prior
The man in the mirror
He’s got eyes and ears
I wonder if he sees me
Or hears my voice.
I grinned he grinned;
I frowned he frowned
All I do, he does too
I wanted us to converse
Face to Face
Man to Man
I reached out my hand to seize his
I reached out the other to drag him
He did likewise
Couldn’t bring him out
Into my world,
Neither could he bring me
Into his
The mirror wall ‘tween us
Kept us worlds asunder
Thought of smashing it
Into smithereens
I did not…
I love my mirror
So bad that I couldn’t!
Was he impersonating I
Or just reflecting I?
I asked myself,
Without answers
Turned my back and left
Hoping the man’s following
He wasn’t…
Instead, took his own way
Where is he gone to?
Man in the mirror.