Momentary Lapse of "I"

My face in the mirror,
and I watch as
my finger runs a course
over little hairs I should pluck,
but the mirror pulls me deeply
into a trance I cannot resist.
Before I can protest,
I know he sees me
through my own eyes.

"I want to know if this matters,"
I say.

No matter if he lies with "no"
or if he tempts me with "yes"
nothing else seems real
but just this feeling,
and certainly nothing else
even matters to me.

"It matters. It's important to me,"
I admit.

Without a word,
I begin to forget
which one of us I am,
who is asking,
who is answering.
It is important,
it is everything to me,
but just who am I?

Water scalds my hands,
breaks that confusion
down into just physical pain.
Whispers of thoughts
fly far out of my reach,
and I still don't think
he even really answered me.