Mirror
by Odin Roark

She got everything, but left behind
her 2-sided full length mirror.

No reason.

Just left it.

It’s kept him company at least.
Living in an empty room,
save an air mattress and hanging lightbulb,

One side faces the front door to reflect reality,
the other to invite memory’s ghosts.

Alone in his studio apt,
He’s learned to come at the mirror sideways,
avoiding seeing himself,
but giving plenty of room for yesterday’s shadows
to reflect him a semblance of company.

One side lets the front door stare back at him,
The flip side prefers staring at a blank wall
where once hung their wedding picture,
now but a couple of nail holes.

So…

It’s been months now,
and neither side of the mirror
has cast any invited images,
satisfied to merely admire itself.

He continues standing to the side,
moist eyes waiting for a visitor,
live or ghost.