1 May 2012
I look in the mirror and see that face, It takes me back to a different place, That pale, thin oval of a ghostly shade, A cement of secrets set to be laid, I look at those eyes full of haunted light, And wonder why I ever came to see such a sight, I look at the nose - a curve of decisions, And the slope of those cheeks, sharpened to precision:
At one time that image used to be me, Now a small stranger - that's what I can see.
Mirror Image. • Opuss № I