The Drabble (Online) December 2020
I look in the mirror, but
I
never see the same guy twice.
(Maybe
that’s a good thing.)
I know who I used to be,
and
who I was before that:
I’m
hardly ever them anymore.
I know who I always hope to see.
I
keep sending him invitations
but
he almost never shows up.
Maybe I need one of those fancy
dressing
room mirrors; one that
can
reflect my many, many faces
until I can finally settle down,
until I can decide which one of me
is the one that I’ve been looking for.