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