We were searching for connection. Thought we found it over each bridge crossed, but something still felt loose. Until in time, we found a mirror. A shadowy, rusted mess, our reflection dark and skewed.
Trying to find the other side, cloth in hand. Scrubbing spills and splatters, searching for the eyes that match our own. A single act unnoticed, but each stroke opening the window.
Finally it was complete, a beacon shining on the path. As we stood reflecting, we realized the truth. Honey eyes shone back to our own as we saw, the connection we’d missed was the one with yourself.
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