"How do I find you
In this maze of mirrors
That reflect every instinct
Every wasted kiss
Every moment I didn't want you?"
He asks me at two in the morning.
At three I reply
"Try being yourself
Or another
Look into the mirror
Where I stand whole
Look for the jagged ends."

We both fall asleep
Looking and puzzling
The sun dips in at six
He gets up to go
I turn over to cry
Neither of us know
What we just had
Or why it broke.

12/26/2002

Posted on 12/26/2002
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