Lately the reflection in the mirror of me,
Isn't what I expect it to be . . .
The image in my mind,
Is broken, at fault and alone -
But that's not what I find . . .
Instead I'm putting on my makeup and doing my hair,
As if I simply do not care . . .
Oh, he taught me to hide it well,
Even from myself - I cannot tell . . .
Though late at night - sometime past one,
When the radio plays sad songs -
I cry until they're completely done . . .
I swear that's the only thing giving me away,
All the sad songs he dedicated to me when they play . . .
Each one carries a memory strangling every thought,
And then they destroy me remembering each time we fought . . .
This girl half - heartedly smiling back at me,
Is so unfamiliar - caught somewhere between her fantasy and reality . . .
She walks away - but I'm still standing there,
Will she be okay?
At emptiness - I stare . . .