In the Mirror This Morning

I saw a face staring out at me

From within the glass,

Quizzical eyes begging the question,

Who are you?

No, don’t ask me that, it’s too early

For that kind of thinking

And it would take all day to give you

Half an answer,

But I know who you are –

Because no one but a poet and a musician

Would look this bad in the morning.

She smirks at me as I think this,

Like she has read my mind

And isn’t in the least bit offended.

I observe her hair,

Dark and wavy,

Spread out like a curtain over her face

Still blinking sleep from her eyes.

“You are surreal,” I say,

And her lips move in time with mine,

Mocking,

Saying the

Exact same

Thing.

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