I won’t forget your face in the mirror.Your eyes like glass. Your voice like an old blanket, that’s not quite soft anymore, with a scent that lingers, that knowingly needs to be washed away but the familiarity is comforting, and warm. Your facade as real as your reflection, Your swindling smile as striking as a Fall sunset. I won’t forget your face in the mirror. Your eyes like glass. Your words as careful as your touch. Carefully fake. Carefully humble. Carefully covert. I stand before my own mirror, now. You’re not there. Only I, who failed to see the truth in the mirror and lies in the glass.
I awoke to your wordsdistant and foreign about a love you once knew distance rang through my realitytime and space seeped from my skinand foreign I felt in my own bodythrough blurry vision and bright light for a momentI was there entangled in your wordsand arms.
Like the ephemeral qualities of a sunsetOur brief exchange of words go from beauty to darknessI wish I could fade into the night with you
Stillness is comforting yet unsettling I can see through the day Many meaningless tasks go undone Except the soul, laboring with extreme assiduity,trying to find the center of it’s universe It is not a dance if twinkling lights glowing in a vast emptiness But a quiet flicker of hope that is routinely annihilated by salty tears And then finding the strength to burn again.