Mirror-image

You stare at me, a strangely serious face,
with unsaid words a comical disgrace,
and I see the tiny gleam spring into your eye,
on reasons that a mirror is a lie.

And I stare at you, as you give a wink,
and a line runs down from eyelid to cheek,
as your face breaks out with gladness and cheer,
at the celebration of another year.

Written 2009. Published with Poetry.com, 2013.

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