Reflection
When you look in the mirror you see me.
I am cooing, sighing, breathing, worrying, holding, thinking, diagnosing, restraining, containing.
I look horrified, sound worried enough, give you the time to vent and spill and mask and hide.
What do I see when I look at you… Blank face, misunderstanding, no time, annoyance, selfishness.
You are too consumed with you to see me, to match to, to notice I may have fallen down, to see I am not over it yet, to feel a real care for the things I hold to be valuable.
Your mirror is full
My mirror is empty.
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