The Mirror – Teresa Black

The Mirror

By Teresa Black

 

I say hello to you in the mirror

when I pass from time to time

 

I envy what you are

because I used to stand outside

 

I can paint up your lips

I can brush back your hair

 

but this hollow swallows me

for once you lived in there

 

I press fingers to the glass

when I see you passing by

 

You think that you might hear me

it was just the whimpers of a sigh

 

I admire you in mornings:

you smile without a care

 

but I want to be like you

because I used to be out there