Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

Looking back

crop faceless couple holding hands on balcony
Photo by Anete Lusina on

From the mirror,
Water from the sky,
Wrinkles and spots hidden to sight.
A puddle can’t be so true, after all.
It’s me and blue, white, blue behind.

No one else but the ripples of time.
No one else but my eyes looking back.
I grew up fond of me.
And the reflection did so too.
I’ll sing I’m alive.
On my own.
Maybe the cat.

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