Who is this
standing before me?

looking me right in the eye...
as if questioning me
my purpose in looking at her

she seems to think
she's pretty
holds herself so vainly
but why
does that now make me ashamed?

As if i have seen
that she's not as much
as she thinks
but why
does that now make me feel small?

I know her from before
quite well infact!
but what she is
still alludes me!

Its as if my fate
is supremely linked with hers
...suddenly i'm scared
what if she fails...?

I smile at her
she smiles back
looks like she too
is trying to figure me out.

Are we not all somewhere
strangers to each other...
a strangeness we cover
with conversation

All this while
we two looked on
silent...
& I wondered then,
do i really know
that person in the mirror?