In This Reflection

<> Coping, I guess.

Cuts and scrapes on my hands
dully announce that the day has begun
Legs in motion, protesting movement
As I work, the water ebbing away at me

Where her touch once filled my soul
I press my hand to the steel wool
Thinking of how my life now
Seems so empty
circular movements ebbing away
the water's tide
draining me
down

On the surface, I see her face
and with every reach, the water ripples
revealing the features of my own,
eyes distant with my longing
and mouth slack with not belonging
here as I remove a plate
and wash away the
colourful sheen
of my daydream

Reviews

[Alex P.]

This is beautiful, my love, but so sad. I demand you nobesad.