Miss Dull Brown Eyes

I lean against the sink counter and see her staring back at me.

Her small, not so luscious lips, flat nose, almond eyes reflect mine.

I stand here for a while wondering how she came to be.

Some number of years ago, I stood in the same spot

I was a little shorter, a little thinner, a little bit less me.

She was a little shorter, a little thinner, a little bit less her.

She looked at me the way I looked at her. She saw nothing. I saw her.

Her eyes, dull and brown, saw no future. Saw no present.

Her eyes, dull and brown, saw only the past.

I begged her. I screamed and cried for her. Miss Dull Brown Eyes, I am here.

She heard me. She flinched. She reacted.

Miss Dull Brown Eyes!

She left.

I stood against the sink counter, closed my eyes, and disappeared.