each reflection I pass
makes me like myself a little more and a little less
only then is my happiness real
because it's shared with the one I know best
every way I look I'm disturbed
by broken down half smiles
until I close my eyes
and dream of little bits that work well
I've tried looking all the other ways I know
but it doesn't work
all I see is my own broken half smile
staring back at me out of puddled mirrors
I know this smile well and see it well too
almost touch it from a distance
yet for some reason I have this knowledge
tied up neatly in my back jacket pocket
without a clue what to do
should I jump and splash the other me in the glassy ripples
or should I sit back and yawn
and laugh open mouthed at the way I look
til the bum sitting next to me thinks I'm the messed up one
instead I close my eyes
so no one can see me
and smile inside forever
in a quiet place
where my own reflection will never know
