Reflections
They look back at me
Distorted
On wavy glass and dirty mirrors
I see
A stranger in blue jeans
A dirty white shirt
Black stains on his sleeve
He looks away
As I hear movement
Our eyes meet again
Locked
Deep breaths
Greenish blue
Distinctive features
Scars
I close my eyes
He disappears
For a moment
Then he is back
He gives a sheepish grin
Winks
And I walk away
