When you see me, I see myself
Like a lonely mirror, we cannot see
without the other
Knowing who you are, I see myself
recognised within your gaze
A friend, perhaps, or passer-by
Our insistence, as we see ourselves
through distortion and dilution
in shapes we’ve never seen before
When I see you, I see myself
I meet myself as I truly am
waiting on the other side
The tiny songs we sing, I sing myself
to make a chorus of intentions
a harmonic panoply
Inspired by this write at Maia’s Diaries
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
