The Stranger

The man returns my stare in a knowing way.
Do I like this man?
I’m not sure.
If I look long enough, try to clear my mind,
He looks like a stranger, I’ve never seen before.
Does he do the same to me?
His stare explores my soul.
Can he feel me from that stare?
Or is it one and all?
I think it’s only him who feels the inner world within me,
And I’m glad, because this stranger is my reflection I am seeing.