Reflections Poem by Barbara Danielle Smith

As I see my reflection, I ponder my worth. 'Could he really love something like this? ' I think to myself. As if answering my unspoken question, he glides up behind me, arms around my waist, lips behind my ear. “I love you, ” he whispers, his breath tickling my neck. “He deserves something beautiful, inside and out. And you’re just not it, ” a faint voice whispers in the back of my mind. Almost exactly as I think this, he spins me around, pulls us tight together, my face in his hands, and he holds my gaze. He kisses me lightly and against my frozen lips whispers, “More than you can ever know.” Unable to stop myself, I ask “Why? ” He stares at me for a moment, confusion apparent in his mesmerizing eyes. “Everything about you resonates happiness, ” he quotes, his eyes saying more than I could ever understand. “Your beauty is something I am unable to get used to. You’re smile sends me into bliss. Your love… you’re love is something I am unworthy of.” I bury my face into his neck to choke back the tears. “I will not cry, ” I command myself mentally. But I feel a tear. I wipe my eyes, but… it is not mine. I look into his face, and see the trail that single tear left. I kiss the spot where the trail stopped. And I immediately know, from just that one tear, my worth to him.