Today I looked into a mirror
I seen you not a ghost or a shadow but a person a person
that looked broken and cracked a person while reflecting that also seemed like it was me,
but it wasn't me it was you.
you were missing a puzzle piece that was trying to find something I looked in the mirror today,
I saw the person I buried years ago. Not dead.
That would have been more merciful. Just forgot.
Decaying beneath old smiles and laughter on loan.
Your eyes were still there, heavy with the sort of loneliness that never sleeps.
The kind that sits beside you in a crowded room and whispers that if you weren't there, no one would notice.
Your skin was cracked like porcelain dropped too many times, held together by nothing but the fear of falling apart completely.
For a moment I thought you were me. Maybe you were, at one time.
Before the world took its pieces away. You came into the world with empty hands reaching for love.
No one taught you how to hold it, just how to beg for what little was given.
So you've looked for those who couldn't stay, for voices that only knew how to leave, for arms that felt like home until they became yet another place to grieve.
You loved like a starving thing, thankful for scraps, calling them feasts.
And even now, your heart is stitched together with threads too fine to trust, and you still stand at the door, waiting for someone who was never coming.
That's what broke me the most.
Not that you were shattered, but that after all of it you still believed someone would want all of your broken pieces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem