I laugh with them
They listen. I listen.
I can touch them; hug them.
We know each other.
Why am I still on the outside?
I get up to go to the bathroom
and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
This is why.
I want to belong
I want to share more than stories
I thought we had.
Every time I see my reflection
I remember again.
This is me.
Do I need to forget?
But I choose to remember.
And we share more than stories.
And I don't belong.
And they don't belong.
And it's ok.
©Eleanor Clark
3 October 2010
