You looked at me to see someone else,
someone from your past,
someone I couldn’t be.
You looked through me to find someone else,
someone who was less of this,
someone who was more of that.
You looked to me when you needed someone to use,
someone who was easy when easy was needed,
someone who’d wait for you when you were with someone else.
You looked for me and I wasn’t there.
I looked in the mirror—and saw me.
©October 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne