Mirror's edge

We mirror each other now.
Yet somehow, we don't.
Facing each other, there are
similarities; yet, many differences.
But as she succinctly noted,
we are the puzzle pieces that fit.
Together.

And like her,
I, too, share a certain fear.
A fear of measuring up.
Of maintaining some semblance of
balance between the forces and
elements in our new and as yet
precarious world.
It's a work in progress.
My hopes are that we remain
harmonious, humble in our attempt
at making things work.

Still, the fear remains.
A tinge of apprehensiveness;
of making mistakes, of offense.
Unintentional, and hopefully, never
otherwise.

Yet, I am hopeful.
We are headstrong.
She knows what she wants.
I know what we want.
We know what we want.
And we want this.
We want it to work.
Coz we want this.