Reflection
The sunlight burned her little hand
So she closed the curtain
Her legs shook as she took a stand
She needed rest for certain
Turning to look at the empty bed
Knowing there was someone missing
Quietly vouching to make him dead
Recalling their late night kissing
Maybe she’ll cry
Maybe he’ll return
Maybe she’ll die
Maybe he’ll learn
Without the sun, it was dark in here
But the reflection couldn’t be clearer
There was a strident ringing in her ear
And she saw his face in the mirror
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