Elke dag

Reflection

I watch him every day
I know so well
green eyes
the twitching corners of his mouth
how he runs thin fingers through
those wild golden curls

Where he goes
I fail to follow
he wll return
to look at me

to see through me

but what he sees is him
not me
I see him twice
and neither is mine

He doesn't know
how I long to be seen by him
caressed by him

He doesn't see how I
fragment into smithereens
for I cannot voice the words in me
so painfully mute
against his blissful ignorance




I think you could use the final stanza to portray the idea of the mirror holding the object of its love and yet never being able to possess him completely. This would illustrate the double element of his appearance.


Proposed alternate title: "How we see him"

This is an excellent, but incomplete poem. There are pieces missing, the ideas not fully fleshed out. Here's how I envision a more fleshed out version, with holes pointed out via ellipsis for where I think you should complete thoughts:


I watch him closely every day
I know so well:
his green eyes,
the twitching tics of his mouth,
and how he runs thin fingers through those golden curls

Where he goes I fail to follow
he will return:
to look at me,
to see through me...
...

He doesn't know that I long
to be seen by him:
caressed...
...
...

I shatter into smithereens
...
while I see two
all he sees is one of him
and none is mine or ever will be


EDIT -

Also, I got that it's a mirror, and think too much clarity or beating over the head there would detract from this piece.