the mirror man

credits Pedro Lash and luxegallery

the mirror man
sat in front of me
mimicking my emotions
repeating my questions

I thought
he understood me
because he showed
such a good empathy

one time I was about
to get too close
and fall on the slippery slope
of love simply because
I had worked hard many years
on learning to love myself

then he did something strange
he put on my face
a mirror
so I could see him
in my face
my face in his face
his face in my face
diving one into each other
ad infinitum

what drought
of candor
when exhausted of the trip
nobody
could see anymore
nobody
at the end of the search

on getting up i think
I may have hit him
with my arm trying
to break the ever so empathic mirror

I fear now I hurt him
or maybe just hurt myself
dizzy I can barely see
what remained of us
in those broken mirrors

perhaps memory was altered
I cannot now even be sure
if there was ever
really anybody
anywhere behind those masks
besides emptiness
and thirst