her eyes were chrome
like mirrors
when she looked at me
all i saw was myself

she never cried
told me she couldn’t
when the doctor’s gave her new eyes
they took that ability away

now she let’s her sadness
take other forms
other outlets

she dances
she sings
she paints
and she writes

becoming
a reflection
of herself

and she is beautiful
even if
she doesn’t see it
reflected in mine

all i saw was myself
when she looked at me
like mirrors
her eyes of chrome