I’m staring and I wait in hope for you to emerge, become visible and whole before my very eyes. I have been told you are there.

I close my eyes and try to visualise you being there, to see what others see; only darkness. I call out to you to come forth and show me you exist, share yourself with me like you have with others in my life; no sign, not a glimmer.

I start to wonder if you are real. Others can see you, you show yourself to them and they tell me you exist. Some beautiful things have been said about you, it makes me want to meet you, to know you, to be you.

My eyes open and I find myself staring back at me from the mirror still in wonder. Where are you? Why do you hide?