Mirror

In the dot.of.the hour faith reminds you god.never left.
In.the cry of.the.night it.isnt fear.that breaks my heart
Its all the stuff in between the twilight of this moment constant disappointment how strong must one be?

The mirror and I were looking at one another.  It was the strangest thing.  We spent time trying  to figure out which of us needed  to break.

The images appeared to be the same.  But they were not.  The smile was always up and always upside down. The face was always bright but always dark.  The eyes were always dancing but always frozen.  The mind was focused but it was all over the place.  The ears  were listening  but not hearing  a word.  The hair was neat and combed but messy in every direction.  The hands were neatly by the side folded in place but the hands were in the air waving in many directions. 

I blink.  How can it all be together and be in so many pieces  the same? We came to the conclusion that we were both shattered and broken.  Repair was the friend of the enemy and we needed to make  ammends.

Him tie Her tie Pain Tie Hurt tie Sadness tie distraught  tie not enough tie not able tie unsure tie lack of decisions  tie indecision tie We needed to make ammends

I wiped the mirror.  It is drying of streaks and almost clean.