Reflection

 I wish my reflection was real

And it would hold me so dear

That with an outstretched arm 

Would wipe an oncoming tear

I wish it wouldn't just mimic 

Not stare, smile or laugh

But manage to satisfy

My whys on my behalf

I wish it had  access

Beyond my apparent shade

The way I have to its depth

Inside it's visible facade

I wish it knew some flaws

Had incorrigible pride

And remained unperturbed

Like defects on the silvered side

Yet I wish it would

Smile reassuringly

And as long it stayed unbroken 

Hold promise of a better me