Staring Contest

The mirror doesn’t talk back.

She just sits there quietly,

I think she’s a little shy.

Her breath is strained,

She is trying to hide it. 

I couldn’t tell you why.

Her tired eyes are kind.

They stare at me lovingly,

But I can tell she wants to cry.

I’m about to say something,

But my heart bites my tongue.  

The mirror doesn’t talk back,

But I guess neither do I.