February 10, 2014

I Look Back


I look back
at who I was,
one who used 
to be here,
before.

Sometimes
I see him watching
me, his face 
in the mirror,
once more.

I wonder where
he's really gone,
why he still 
seems so near.

Maybe he's just looking
ahead, seeing who 
will meet his stare.

I've been where 
he wants go, could 
tell him now, 
we've already
been there.

2/9/2014