Mirage

he showed up
after many years
and called me ‘beautiful’

hadn’t talked to me before
but wants to know me now
said I was always in the periphery
always on his radar

if I’m so beautiful then why
is he with someone else
I think this is more than timing
something about it lies or
otherwise makes no sense

he said despite all this
what’s in the mirror is mirage
he said in spite of what I saw there
how beautiful I really was

run into the arms of a mirror
and see what it gets you
pound it with tears and fists
it will only absorb you

I bought into the whole idea
when his compliments came calling
and I’m sure someone loved me once
but I don’t remember when
or who I was then

run into the arms of a mirror
and see what it gets you
pound it with tears and fists
it will only absorb you

run

run

run

(c) Seven, 2009

Posted by admin on February 26th, 2009 | Filed in Poetry 2009 |

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