Vanessa Rivington
Empty Mirror
You spread your wings, as
it’s kind of cramped, big
dreams in a little town.
When you took off, with
no backward glance to
me left standing here alone,
a shirt two sizes small in
the back of the closet.
You left me here, and standing
still a time too long, left
me stranded, trapped by
the incoming tide.
I could not find the
words to tell you I
was drowning.
With forever closing in around
me, relived the then which
became now once more.
To leave the now behind and
seek refuge in the then again,
saving face, keeping score,
throwing stones, stepping
way over the line.
Breaking all the rules for
one last time tonight.
When you look into the
mirror, do you see
no reflection, or is that just me?
Is mine the only empty
mirror, or is my reversed
image trapped elsewhere?
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