Photograph
- Shelby Salerno
- Jun 8, 2018
- 1 min read
I stare
She stares
We share a face
A name
A space
On this earth
And yet I envy her
Her charm
Her ease
Her ability to dream
Thin, bitty-baby strings attached
Thin cheeks lit up by a bright, baby smile
But when I turn to the mirror
She is gone.
Was I ever her at all?
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