A Glimpse

Sometimes I will catch you in a reflection.

The shape of our jaw or the curve of our smile.

And yet, when I turn to face you, its just myself I see.

So I look. I look into my own eyes and I see your soul.

I see the future you should have had and the past we shared.

I see our very last conversation and I see the conversation we would have today.

I look into my eyes and I know you are looking back at me.

And I wait for the next time I catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye.