Prose – She


– She –

What is it that he sees in me
that could not be offered
just as well as she?

Is it only the ache of longing
that fuels him more
than my presence of being?

Or is there something more in me?
Something that only shows
when seen from the inside.

I look at her face,
with revelations of a reflection;
And I see that She has always been me.