Sometimes I wish I were a fly on the wall
so that I can hear your words when I’m not around.

Oh, how I wish I could peer into your eyes,
and see what is behind the windows to your soul.

Other times, I wish I were your girlfriend,
so that I may learn the fantasies that you dare not share with me.

Sometimes I wish your mind was book,
and I could peruse the history of the life you won’t reveal.

But most of all, I wish I were the mirror in your room,
so that when your gaze meets mine, all that you are would become me.