Seems inadequacy flows from every pore; thoughts a muddled mess.
The mirror mocks me from the corner.
Come, look, see
It whispers.
Dead eyes,
Gaze beyond a dejected reflection.
Seeing yet not.
Another time and place, a distant song sung quietly.
What do you see that I cannot?
What is it that keeps you here, when I can’t bear myself?
Need to escape…..
And then you hold me close, whisper.
“Bp,bp,bp”
I smile.
Maybe it’s not such a bad day today.
