When I pass a mirror <br />and catch you watching me, <br />I'm stricken with the strangest chill <br />that no one else can see. <br /> <br />The resemblance is uncanny. <br />The face, the hair, the nose. <br />I'm even just about your height. <br />I guess that's how it goes. <br /> <br />I'll always be reminded <br />of when you went away <br />each time I pass a mirror... <br />(That's every single day.)<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woman-in-the-mirror/
