girl in the glass

sometimes, when walking past the glass.
i catch a glimpse..
a glimpse of a thin girl
with olive skin
wavy dirty blonde hair
braided

and something strikes me..
something so familiar about her
her narrow face
her long nose
her thin lips

those blue eyes,
so strange.
like i could see her entire soul..
all her thoughts
and dreams
and fears

when i smile.
she smiles..
and i know somewho,
if i cried,
she'd cry too..

i look at her,
in her tie die t-shirt
purple zip up
and baggy jeans

and while the familiarity
is unerving.
something is different
very difernent

different from the girl
i see everyday.
the girl who
braided that
wavy dirty blond hair

the girl who threw on
those colorful clothes
something new
something else

i miss the spots on her chin
look over the wisps of her hair
don't notice the hips
i usually find too big

it's her
it's me
and i smile

she smiles
and in her eyes,
she knows

we're going to be alright