Haven't done this since HS, be gentle

[grovegoddess]

Searching for Alice

The mirror that is me
Longs for a subject,
Something to reflect
To avoid what is lacking.
Facing what is without, forces looking within.
Scrying in the blackness is wearying,
Reflection comes with ease.
In someone else's looking glass,
I see what they can mirror within me.
They cannot see what is behind my mirror,
What is through my looking glass;
Unless it is shattered by mututal consent.
On the floor, amidst the hundreds of pieces
We assemble the puzzle that is me.
Sorting, turning, finding pieces that fit
We see all sides, together
All facets that are parts and the whole.
A true companion assembles me into what they see
Revealing the reflection I strive to be.