There was a person standing
in front of me,
the person was staring at me.
So I stared back.
This person was studying me,
trying to recognize my face.
There was no way I could have know her.
Something about her eyes caught my attention,
I stared into them and saw her life story.
The things I saw were petrifying.
I stopped staring,
I closed my eyes.
She closed her eyes as well.
I sighed, she sighed.
I took one last look at the mirror,
and turned away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem