My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
