Book Two, Chapter 25: Ernie’s Love Poem

I’m still going through Ernie’s papers when I find a yellow envelope he’s labeled Poems.

He didn’t write many poems.

I draw out a few pieces of paper, wrinkled. One poem is titled Strange Mirror.

I see me in thee looking out at me.

How can that be?

How can I be inside thee looking at me?

There I be inside thee staring out at me because I love thee.

I read this poem over and over again.