Reflection

I look and I see you looking back at me.
I know who you are,
but I don't know you.
I don't remember the last time I saw you.
Maybe I've never met you.
Day in, day out, you are reflected back to me,
for the first time, I'm confused,
Do I know you?
Has there been that much change?
If I look closely I can see what I use to see,
it's still there, however faintly,
I know that it's there because I can feel it.
What makes me confused is how you could have changed so much,
right under my nose,
attention to detail has never been my strong suit
but I should have been able to see these changes.
I look again,
and you look back,
this time, I'm a little less confused by it,
I'll accept these changes because there isn't anything else I can do...