One Day

Her eyes are deep wells reflecting the world around her, 
but her own is murky. 
She flows in and out of my life, 
colliding into me like a wave. 
She hugs me when we meet, 
and I hold her tight trying to keep her from drifting away. 
Every time I see her she has a new: 
boyfriend, 
hairstyle, 
religion, 
identity. 
She says, 
one day she will be beautiful, 
one day she will be happy. 
She says, 
she wishes she could be more like me. 
She never believes me when I say she is perfect just as she is. 
She list her flaws like a grocery list. 
She has been in my life for years, 
but sometimes she still feels like a stranger. 
Soon we will both go our separate ways again, 
until next time.