Time’s Mirrored Identity

The reflection, dear friend

Is often fraught with bewilderment

You know?

Like…

The only room we rented together

The “Closet” apartment we called it

Remember…

We’d finally got a window

And beyond on a moonlit night

We pictured the wonder of being part of that vast nothingness.

And being the sole tenants

Thankful for a bedbug bite to scratch

As you went on about the stars

There was a knock at our door

You were afraid to unlatch the deadbolt

Remember…

But when you did

She was standing there

Simple

Plain

Unpretentious

Asking merely to borrow a cup of sugar

You told her you didn’t eat sugar

The two of you just stared at one another

Emotions remained dormant on each side of the threshold

Unable to express the obvious

So…

With a gentle close of the door

My 3^rd person escape artist

Went back to his table

Gazed at the paper’s unfinished verse

Picked up the pencil

“Needs sharpening”

With a final glance over the shoulder at the door.

We gazed at Time’s mirrored identity.