I Know You

I know you.
I should.
For fifty years I’ve seen you nearly every day.
I know that nose,
I know that mouth.
That hair, the way it hangs limp and forlorn.
I look into those eyes
And I know what you’re thinking.
What you want.
What you hate.
What you love.
A lifetime I’ve known you
And watched you looking back at me
Out of that mirror
But
You’re not who I want to see.