I found your mirror
when looking for something
in the walk-in closet,
the oval, black-framed one
with the ivory handle.
A lightning bolt crack
shot down from top
to bottom, carving my face
with a sharp knife
misplaced years ago.
june two thousand twelve
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I waited all day to reach out
for your hand
and you accepted
after already dancing
so many songs
in your pretty white dress
Reminiscing on the dance floor
we waltzed effortlessly
to a familiar ballad
our feet light
our eyes lost
as if looking through a mirror
april, two thousand twelve
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