Human

I see myself in you.

I must have felt my own face before,

The contours and dents of my nose, my chin, 

Touched each of my eyebrows, 

But never did imagine 

A specimen so beautiful

Could remotely resemble what my hands have felt. 

I want to reach forward to you, too

I wonder if your skin is just as soft

You look so lonely, 

You are just as frozen as me,

Eyes locked onto mine.

I cannot help but be intimidated by you;

In this empty world, you are all I have left.

I read in books that there was a time

There was more of us:

Can you talk? Will you answer if I ask

If there are others?

You must be a different species entirely.

I reach forward

To touch you

And your arm moves, too, towards mine

My heart, beating audibly

My hand, stretching farther

And touching nothing but the silvery surface

Of a mirror.

You were so beautiful