Invisible

we can be
each other's truest mirrors
and if we look closely
into those black, reflective pupils,
and if we wait, patiently, for that moment
in between the blinks
in between the sideways thoughts
in between the self at the centre
we might catch it
the recognition
of me
in you
and you
in me


it's not easy,
to see one's self
in the mirror of another
but it's the best we can do

otherwise
we're like an invisible man,
outside a window in the night-time rain
trying to see what he looks like
by tracing his outline
in the falling drops