This Morning Poem by Orlando Belo

When I saw your face in the mirror
you sent a shiver down my spine.
I know what I saw seems impossible,
but the sight of you blew my mind.

People would say that I'm mistaken
and I saw what I wanted to see,
but I wasn't even thinking about you,
so why did you show yourself to me?

Did you forget to tell me something important?
Is something going to happen in the weeks ahead?
Or have you come to give me some kind of comfort
by assuring me that you are well, but dead?