Inner Reflections

Staring straight at me from across the bathroom counter

I see a pair of moss colored eyes trying to break their seemingly lifelong streak of defeat

The freckles dotted across her face are easily recognizable,

Three forming a triangle on her cheek, a multitude brushed across her childlike nose, and the rare misplaced speckle on her mouth

My own grey eyes trailing past her face only to rest on her perpetually chapped lips

She licks them to bring back some semblance of moisture

The same way I would

I run my fingers through coarse hair, the texture soothing

She follows, mimicking my movements exactly

We blink in time,

Until my reflection smiled at me, with an almost loving gaze,

One I had not seen in years