I tell the mirror that I don’t miss you,
she laughs right in my face and I just stare blankly at my cackling reflection,
because I suppose I do deserve it.
Your presence leaves the strangest shadows all over the place,
on my soul,
all across my bones,
and I plead with the hours to shrink when we are parted and grow when when we are close.
Oh, the days are disastrously long.