Another mirror. Look at that!
Look at how I am.
I see myself when you do that!
It's deja vous again, again.

To watch someone procrastinate
or push their point of view
or rush to rash conclusions
or fail to follow through.

Or close a door on friendship
or speak as from above
or miss a chance to listen or learn
or lend a hand, or love.

It hurts to see how thoughtless I have been.

Sometimes I've been as smart as you,
as witty, sure, or funny.
Sometimes I, too, do lofty things
the way you do. It's stunning!