My Mirror Poem by Lonnie Hicks

The mirror and I have this relationship
complicated as can be;
sometimes my shadow it is
non-consequential.
But other times I gaze
for minutes on end
to see which me
lives there
gazing back at me.

Sometimes I wince
touching the tiny scratches
to see
if they are in the mirror
or in my skin.

I've looked naked into it
turning slowly
front back
and sideways
using my critical eye;
not so bad here
gravity winning there.

I have this relationship
with my mirror
complicated it seems.

But it lights up times
when I suddenly
feel your arm
at my shoulder's edge;

when your light
shines in my mirror's eye.

I want to keep you there
for this
and many years.

I have had this complicated relationship
with my mirror
uncomplicated
by you and all these
many years.