Reflections

I sat down this evening to write a poem about what separateness feels like,
but my eyes are so heavy after my walk...
all I can see are the faces
floating by
by the dozens
few variations in expression
worth noting, worth noting
and then a guilt stings me
so I look again, almost to the point of staring
desperately
searching for a smirk, or
a sparkle
a questioning
a knowing.
I feel a sense of looking into
two mirrors facing each other
endlessly repeating
reflections of my expression.