who is the
girl in this
picture,
found folded in the
back
of an
old book.
she is wearing my
dress,
the one that was
my
favorite
when i was
falling in love.
why does she
hide
at the back of the page?
i know the one who
drew this picture.
what did he
see?
.
who is this girl?
the one who wears my dress?
her features are too
soft
and her
smile is
blurred
at the edges.
why don't i
know this girl,
the one who is
wearing my clothes?
why does she hide in the
background
of my
mind?
she is
no relation to the
woman
who greets me in the
mirror
each morning,
but she plays
in the back of my mind
looking for
an opening
to come
off the page.