Reflection
By Courtland Roberts
They tell me, “read between the lines”
I see lines between the eyes
Lies that cloud the skies
Truth hidden deep behind the eyes
But i can't read it
Encrypted in hidden mental mines
Its me I see in you
“What's your next move?”, I say
As i walk away from the glass
I realize it is me, and there is no you
A response to our National Poetry Month 2021 prompt