Old eyes

It’s never easy meeting a fallen kindred spirit, their face reflecting your soul

For those who look

You can see the mirrored minutae of you

Often I feel they’re unseen, we all stuck looking for the reflection of our Facebook self. 

A glossed fiction unfound in others unfounded in reality. 

Still I see myself in the fleeting gloss of your lonely eye. 

It like the an old friend who once looked upon me.