I watch you intently.
It began at the age of 5 from a distance.
Seeing you seated at the vanity table.
Shoulders steady. Eyes pursed into the center of your reflection.
The mystery of your morning routine.
I watch you. I long for you.
As you disappear.
Slowly. Stroke by steady stroke.
Under layers of false color.
Your years passing. Next to mine.
In a mirror. Full length.
Eyes wide open. In front of myself.
Hair draped in between natural color.
It is here that I come to know the truth of vanity.
I watch it intently. The raw beauty of it.