Streetlights and Shadows
Come. Let me look at your perfection.
You feel small, inept and meek.
I, the mirror, see your strength and your height.
Your eyes are tired, and your breath is hot,
From the nights you danced with her.
Along with the streetlights and shadows,
The shades pulled open so the world could admire,
The electricity between your fingertips,
As you pulled her near.
Whispering and whimpering love.
I, alone in the dark, hung neatly above white porcelain.
My reflection is dusty and spotty.
Yet I still see your need for her,
In the dark, as you sleep.